Never thought twice about the connection with the last name Harris, but shit, life comes at you fast.
Here's the thing, though: this dude was not just the ultimate alpha, Mr. popular driven academic star athlete who went Ivy League, but he was one of the most humble, kind, and friendly people I ever met growing up. Like even took time out of his busy schedule to mentor/big brother the special needs kids. Class act all the way. Kinda wowed to put it together, but also miffed, you know?
Fuck.
Yeah, I went to a school where everyone was more or less as broke as I was, so there was solidarity. it sounds super alienating to be around a bunch of rich kids and be one of the ones that can't afford that same lifestyle.