| I was a bad kid. I didn’t realize it at the time, however, now that I think about it I really was a bad kid. On the outside, I was just a boy from Kansas growing up in the 80s, trying to mousse my mullet to its fullest potential and tight roll my jeans like all the other cool kids. On the inside though, my brain worked like a maniacal tyrant, hell bent on getting whatever I wanted. I concocted crafty plans unseen from any other child my age and carried them out with incredible… |
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