I'm the one on the right wearing
my mom's dress and wig. Next to me is a friend named Robby
Breeding, and next to him is my first best friend Tom Martin. We
dressed up like this for Halloween and I think we are 6th graders
at this time.
Tom Martin is someone that I've written about in the past regarding
my last name.
One day when I was a kid, my dad came home a little drunk and
decided to tell me something.
He said:,...... "your a Harrington",.......
"ton",......."strong"... as he raised up his arm and made a
muscle,.... "not a Martin",..... "tin",..... "weak"...
One thing that I thought about that instance back then was: "If I was around
when we were able to choose last names (if there was ever such a
time), Harrington is not a name that I would of chose"...
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