It’s tough to see your best friends become famous and find yourself left behind. It’s even tougher when you were supposed to be a part of it. But that’s what happened to me.
We were always a close-knit group; we hung together, partly because we didn’t belong with anyone else. A bunch of misfit teenagers — we’d joke and tease and sass, give each other a hard time — but underneath our barbs and banter, we had real feelings. None of us had parents in our life, at least not any that would matter. There was a father figure, but even he was of a different kind.