One dark night, I walked home 4 miles. A cop pulled me over halfway. Like I was some kind of person of interest, the officer asked if he could search my bag. Someone robbed a store nearby, on that same street. Luckily, it wasn’t me or I’d be a bad criminal.
One hot day, a motorcycle cop pulled me over. I was having too much fun listening to music and he noticed something. I didn’t have my seatbelt on. Like a legendary detective he revealed my mistake. “I could tell because you had a white shirt on.”
Stories of my life. Here are the cliff notes:
I enjoy being vague.
I pay attention to what most people don’t in sports.
I am taller than I was in the picture I am pictured in.