>I was only 9 years old
>I loved stats so much, I had all the spreadsheets and text documents
>I pray to stats every night before bed, thanking them for the life I’ve been given
>"stats are love" I say; “stats are life”
>Gato hears me and calls me a nerd
>I know he was just jealous of my devotion for stats
>I called him a weirdo
>He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep