From my blog that never got started

[takumasaeki]

When I was eight years old, I ate pizza with the Junkyard Dog. I walked into the Noble Roman’s pizza in Jasper, Indiana after a baseball game and there he was. I didn’t recognize him at first; there were no chains around his neck, no trademark red tights. My mom tried to discourage me at first, but I was far too enthusiastic to be swayed

Comments

[strawberrymusta]

best story ever. in the second paragraph i said to myself, Scott should publish this. Then you did.

[takumasaeki]

I'm glad you liked it :-) Your opinion was one of the few I cared about!