November 2nd 1991, it was my birthday and I was gettin' shat on from every direction that day. I grew up in the the hills and spent my days on my grandparents farm. This day I had twice, almost 3 times the chores as usual. When I got back home I ended up also having to clean the entire house with my older brother. This was turning out to be the worst 8th birthday EVER! till 8 PM that night my father pulls in.
"Dylan, fetch the groceries out of the trunk."
"But DAAAADDDD!" whimper whine, its my birthday bs that all kids do.
"Do it now or I'll give you something to cry about!"
I walked out to the car, opened up the trunk and what did I see? SONIC, a big ol'd smiling face of Sonic. That day I was a fan, I worked so damn hard for that Genesis (which I hadn't even heard of before that day, although seen it a couple times at a friends house and didn't pay shit attention to it). From that day on Keith and I (my friend at the time) would battle with this kid in class over SNES and SEGA. It would get down to fist fights a lot.
