Tiny True Tales
I’ve heard it many times, the legend of Popcorn Sutton. How it came to be that in a frustrated fit he took a pool cue and bludgeoned the broken vending machine at his local bar when it failed to release a snack. Just like that, he was forever branded with the moniker “Popcorn” — his perfectly fine Christian birth name be damned.
As a youngster, my uncle dubbed me “Michael, Michael, Motorcycle,” after my love for the two-wheeled ride. In school, the kids called me “Kosher,” because I was the only (non-kosher) Jew for miles.
I suppose that’s better than Popcorn.
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