Mustard and other things im not wrong on

Mustard…..yellow sauce of death. I don’t remember being born or getting my diapers changed or even the whole “potty training” saga of ’83. I do remember the first time I ever vomited from eating mustard. July the 4th . 1986. My birthday. MY MY MY Birthday. Not this great land of ours but MINE. The bright yellow tang of my retched hatred at first looked almost damn feative. Grinning ear to ear watching the entire world (as far as I knew) laughing and have a BLAST. My mom….my own blood mother handed me a hotdog covered in this yellow festival of nightmares. Not even asking I take a huge bite. In a wor….DUMB. In two words….DUMB …. and DUMB. Instantly I cough. Can’t breath. My stomach convulsing I throw the hotdog randomly (more on this later)

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