Mr. October

In fifth grade I did a book report on Reggie Jackson. In addition to the written report, we were required to do an oral presentation. I came into class in black face, a big gold chain, and a Yankees uniform. No shit. How fucked up is that? Now that I think about it, I think it was my mom's idea. Either she has a better sense of humor than I give her credit for, or she's a racist...