They say one's potato's journey really defines who you are post potato. This is one of the most idiotic statements I've ever read on Wikipedia. Normally I'm fine subjecting my life to the hands of anonymous people but like my mom said, "If there's ranch on the cabbage, hey, why not?" I am living proof that one's potato journey does not define who you are post-potato.
My journey started on a small farm in Chicago. I was born to wealthy family of Negro All Stars. We were a respected family in the neighborhood. We had power, ambition, but most importantly we had a huge rivalry with the other negro family in the community, the Negro Super Stars.
I always lived in fear of running to more aggressive and reckless members of the family. I was embarrassed of the absurdity of the feud. No one even knew why we were fighting in the first place.
I kept my identity hidden from everyone I knew.
I always walked home from school, never told my parents about my parent teacher conferences, and carried spare clothes in my backpack.
I could never be myself til I met her.
It didn't matter what I wore or who my parents were, I always felt myself but I knew my secret would prevent us from ever truly getting to know each other.
When i finally mustered the courage to reveal my secret she told me she had a secret too....
She was a Negro SuperStar.
I didn't care because i was young, opinionated, and horny.
I fucked her.
It turns out she was a potato...a guy potato.
So, I had surgery.
I am now a male homosexual potato and I couldn't be happier.
Before my post-potato life I was a carrot.
Life is full of contradictions isn't it?
-Ben Smith (Young and Here Forever)
(6/29/2013)
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