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.
In a way, I’m jealous. My big connection is that I was on a little league team with Brock Turner’s older brother.
Yes, I did know Brock when he was little. Yes, he was a spoiled little shit.