Alright, so, I'm a hopeless romantic, a nerd, a dork, a former computer science major (which reafirms the two previous items), a current politics major, an emo boy, a punk rocker, an 80s ska enthusiast, a wannabe humorist, a decent boyfriend, a crappy storyteller, a freelance web designer, an aspiring writer, a bit of an elitist, a slender fellow, a person who tends to look a little to the left in photos, an intellectual, a snazy dresser from time to time, a bit shy, a tad liberal, straightedge, a friend to many, a helping hand, a hard worker, an only child, and a bit awkward, like the following story.
Ok, so this one time I was at this Big 5 in Huntington Beach. Or maybe it was something else. Something like a Big 5. In fact, I think it was a Sports Mart. So I was at this Sports Mart (maybe) in Huntington Beach. And me and my friend Phil decide we want to box. So we find some boxing gloves, which was fairly easy since we're in Sports Mart (or Big 5, whatever) and we start beating the crap out of each other. So when we're done, Brian wants to try to so he and I box for a while. When we get board with that we start lifting weights, then we start playing tackle football. Finally we play golf and we just get incredibly frustrated. I mean seriously, what do you have to do to get kicked out of a Sports Mart/Big 5?
