Stories of Mikistory

I've decided to branch out this blog. No longer just stories of me getting hurt and or humiliated. I figure I can tell awesome stories of my past. This...is one of those stories. When I was in high school during the late 90s, professional wrestling had hit a major high in popularity. I had been a fan for years...so it was pretty awesome to finally be into something that was popular. There was a small group of friends that had started watching wrestling together before this, that had ended up growing to quite the large group. The small group was Josh, Scott, Eric & myself. We called ourselves the Four Horsemen, after the pro wrestling group of Ole Anderson, Tully Blanchard, Arn Anderson & THE Nature Boy, Ric Flair. Our group would watch weekly shows and Pay-Per-Views together. We wouldn't actually pay for them. This was during the little black box period. Where you could get all your movies and shit for free. The cable companies would always put out their prop...

As I slipped and fell on my ass in the hallway, it occurred to me that I haven't updated this in a lil bit. So, lets get into embarrassment in school shall we? In Jr and Sr High, I was the Short, Geek, Dweeb, Spaz, Long Hair, Comic Book Nerd, Metal Fan that none of the girls dreamed of. Until I blossomed in to what I am today. Wakka. So, naturally in the food chain, I was one of the picked on. And unfortunate things happened...that didn't add to my love of high school, but subtracted from it greatly. One day during English class, a troupe of gigantor rednecks put me head first in the trash can. While the teacher watched...or maybe she cheered on. Its Karma I guess that her husband recently got busted for soliciting a male police officer for sex in the park. And they say God works in mysterious ways. Karma's got that shit down. Sometimes, I feel that even God him/herself got in on the act of picking on me. During one science class the back of my chair gave out. I ...