WanderingWind
Mecklemore Is My Favorite Wrapper
The year was 1994. The school year was ending and we had a final report due in our American studies class. We had to write a report about our hero (I guess it was just assumed it was going to be an American? I dunno.) I got an A on my report and just 2 months later, I watched my American hero, the best player my favorite sports team has ever had, slowly escape down an LA freeway and out of the broken dreams of a tweenage Bills fan. That was the day I learned that sports stars aren't appropriate heroes. Sometimes, they're not good people. Sometimes, they're double murdering scumbags.
But at least I wasn't born a Cleveland Browns fan.
But at least I wasn't born a Cleveland Browns fan.