A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, I was conceived and brought onto the world. However, the idiot stork made a mistake and dropped me off on the LA freeway instead of at a house. I was raised in the land of truckers and famous people.. However, I somehow have managed to defy the laws of time and have been alive for 5000+ years, despite this being in the 2000s. When I was five, the stork picked me up and apologized and took me to my real family in a city called Baltimore.... And for the next ten years I was literally in hell. However, there was one thing that was promising about the city, they had won their first championship with their new franchise.
One day, I decided to become a hippie and join a commune. So in 2011 I relocated to San Francisco aka. Hippy city. Then the Ravens decided "hey, this guy is cool. Let's beat this team in a super bowl". And they did... But they could never win one when I was living there... Smh.
So because of circumstance, I'm now residing in Hippie Town(not city, there's a difference), aka Colorado Boulder amongst the bronco bretheren.. With the traitor himself: John Elway.. Who's SO egotistical that he has an overpriced steakhouse(that's admittantly not half bad).
So yes. I am lost in translation. Maybe I'll end up in Japan someday. Who knows?
