WHEN I was 16 years old, I created a whole new persona for myself during the course of Summer 1996.
I went from Claude Mills, mild-mannered student to ‘Millsy’, resident anarchist/firebug/angry beatnik/schoolboy sociopath. Millsy was vastly more interesting than poor old Claude Mills ever was. Millsy said and did outrageous things, he swore, he was super-creative, dismissive of authority figures, and didn’t care what anyone thought about him.
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