40-pound Fatty

My dad nicknamed me that when I was little. Big little. I don't have a complex, though. Just in case you were worried. Anyway, I wanted to tell a memory since those are fun.

In North Carolina, Haley and I would ride our bicycles to the L&L gas station to buy candy cigarettes. I thought I was the shit with my fake cigs. And bubble tape. Can't forget the BT.

The gas station was probably half a mile away or less. Just up the street, past the neighborhood pool and golf course. That half mile was literally the most grueling bicycle ride of my life, each and every time. I think I may have even needed someone with a truck to come pick us up sometimes because I was that "exhausted."

Oh, childhood. Well, I guess I'm still this way. Oh, life! :)