Nicholas

I miss Jack Nicholson. I’m not gay, I’m straight but damnit, I want to hug Jack! I miss Denzel also. I miss the Laker girls. I miss the referee who runs like he is riding three horses.

I miss shooting airballs and dribbling the ball off my leg and Kobe saying “Ronny stop!” I miss my tight shorts. I miss Ron Artest. I hope Blake Griffin dunks on me and makes a kid coloring book with a pop out poster with the dunk. I want to play instead of cooking. I feel like a Atlanta house wife.