My childhood bully was a guy named Damon Fleece, and like his last name, he used to fleece my pockets of whatever I had while I was in the 10th grade. My mom never would believe me when I'd mention him to her. But then one day, to my utter surprise, I returned home to find her laughing with Damon in her living room.<br /><br />That was the day that life became different for me. <br /><br />Become a supporter of this podcast: <a href="https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/shango-s-zone--3005964/support?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=rss">https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/shango-s-zone--3005964/support</a>.