Mommy and Daddy took me to my friend Beckett's first birthday party. All the kids were invited to dress up like a rock star. So after much debate and deliberation, they put me in a t-shirt, tied a flannel around my waist and wrapped a bandanna around my head and called me Axl.
As in, Axl Rose.
Who is this Axl Rose?
This is what I found out: He headed a band called Guns N' Roses, they were huge, then he went crazy and it took him just 15 years to release his follow-up album. He's got a history of violence, drug abuse, homophobia, racism and overall difficulty. And he shows up like four hours late for all his concerts.
This is the guy Mommy and Daddy decided to dress me up as.
This is who they thought I should be for this party.
Nice.
It's a good thing they weren't asked to dress me like an athlete. I mean, with their train of thought, they might have just dressed me in a Plaxico Burress jersey.
Seriously. They would have.
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