Years after the bullying, it’s still as painful as when it happened. When I talk about how I was bullied, I pull it from somewhere deep. I try to make it a little bit more radio-friendly, I relate it in the form of a funny anecdote, but I was petrified as a child to go to school. On Sunday evenings, I would literally be feverish and would be shivering in bed just thinking of the fact that the next day, I’ll see my tormentors again. I guess that’s why books like Harry Potter strike a raw nerve, because I guess we see ourselves in Harry. Funny, I thought all this bullying was in the past. But until now I feel the bullying, maybe not in the same juvenile form that I experienced it, sometimes from peers in the industry, sometimes from complete strangers. I’m just rambling here. Watching this is painful, because being bullied is painful. And I still know the sting of the powerlessness against a big bad bully. Hard to watch.