Growing up in rural
Alabama, there were only two things for young boys to do. Play football or get
into trouble. Some of them were creative enough to do both. Then there was
Julius. He managed to do neither. Julius was very reserved in his youth
contending that despite the occasional bullying, he wasn't noticed anyway. Hard
to believe when considering that at only 16 he was already 5'11 and 178lbs. He
wasn't considered handsome because his hair was usually in unkempt braids. And
he hated haircuts. Really he hated having to run into some of the other guys
from school that teased him. He was awkward in his demeanor and slouched at
every opportunity. He wasn't really into fashion or being trendy although his
clothes, which remained unannounced by the absence of large obscene, brand
labels, cost more than what some of the other kids were wearing thanks in whole
to his financially secure parents. His self-made dad, whom Julius later came to
regard as a man of both immense stature and influence in his life, was a senior
partner with his corporate firm and his mom, already from a wealthy family and
self-professed fashionista, made her own discreet fortune in real estate.
Julius' parents were able to afford the best for their son but decided to allow
him to experience life his own way. The one thing they wouldn't budge on was
his repeated requests to go to private school. He argued that the kids there
were less likely to ridicule him to his face and he can do his 'time' in
relative solitude. His parents' rebuttal was that they wanted him to break out
of his shell, and that he needed to be challenged in order to challenge himself
to grow…
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