Do you want to know how cool I was in high school? Let me paint the picture for you. It’s senior year, it’s Valentine’s Day, and instead of kickin’ it with some fly honey on my arm, I was at home watching wrestling. There was a strict pay-per-view limit in my household growing up. I could only order the big four. However, this event was a rare exception… I think my parents felt bad for me.

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