I could never be a gangster. But I can guest post.

I could never be a gangster. I know this. That is why I felt it was unnecessary that one time a reader from Compton, CA emailed me and explained to me how I could never be gangster.

This outspoken gentleman reached my blog when he googled a term that took him to my Silly Bandz vs. Slap Bracelets literary cage match post. I didn’t argue with him because apparently he was a gangster and I’m not sure if holding a gun sideways has the ability to make a bullet travel from Compton, CA to Georgia. One of my life goals is to not get shot. By either a sideways gun or a regular gun. Plus, he had a point, I did post about Silly Bandz.

Then, a while back, before this professional gangster informed me that I didn’t know anything about gangstering, I noted on twitter that I got home from work and realized that I had worn two different socks all day. I hoped no one had noticed it but, even more, I hoped it wasn’t some sort of gang sign. Because even then I knew I would be a terrible gang member. I’m slightly color blind so I’d probably wear the wrong color bandana, and my fingers aren't flexible enough to make words with them to flash in public. That’s one of the downfalls to having immobile fingers. Being a subpar gang member. And not being able to play the piano.

All of this is why I am thankful I got to do a guest post for Knox McCoy about ungangsterizing the act of ‘pouring one out.’ Hopefully, pouring one out will become commonplace and you will no longer have to be a gangster to do it. Plus, I tell the story about shooting a rabbit which I hope will help my guest post street cred since as I’ve mentioned before, my last two guest posts for Tyler Stanton involved men’s underwear. Though the story does end with me running away in tears, so maybe not.

Knox does compare me to McRib sandwich though, so that was nice. Ok, go read Knox's blog and tell him how awesome his name is. I’m seriously thinking about renaming John.