Confession time babies. I have to come clean. Tell you something. Let it all out.
I want to start with a clean slate with you guys and I don’t see how I can do that without you knowing a little bit of my history. My upbringing. Something that scarred me and I’m sure kind of made me who I am today.
While for many people their first concert is a fine and glorious event mine was a thing of nightmares. My mom and her sister (the super fan) took me to the State Fair. There in the early hours of the night I was forced (with the screaming teeming masses) to listen to and watch KENNY ROGERS perform live and in person. Probably in a white polyester suit of some kind.
I’m fairly certain I recall my aunt flinging her panties at the stage.
So now do you have a better idea of what is wrong with me? Let me repeat that for you:
MY AUNT THREW HER PANTIES AT KENNY ROGERS!!! In front of me.
I think that’s way more viable than the twinkie defense.