I grew up in a bumble f*ck town in Georgia named Rome. We had a Wal-Mart and a K-Mart. Every kid knew that you NEVER, EVER shopped at K-mart, even if you actually did, and that any toy you got for xmas or b-day was from Wal-Mart or Wilbro or, if it was a video game, KB Toys. I wore a pair of blue jeans to school in 1988, so about 8th grade, and because they were so blue (f*cking blue, sooooo f*cking blue), some kids asked me about them. They were Levi's and expensive so there was no questioning my parents taste...BUT I committed the forever sin of saying they got them at "JC Penney, right across the street from K-Mart". Those mother f*ckers heard "K-Mart" and for the next 5 years, my hands never touched quality boobs.
I had a Redline bicycle in 1979, most bad ass bike in Fort Worth Texas. I left it out front of my home one day and it was stolen because 5 year olds are f*cking irresponsible. My grandmother gave the police an apt description of a "colored guy" that made off with the bike, reinforcing the stereotype in my mind of a purple colored man stealing my things. When it was not recovered, and after I had sufficiently cried my eyes out for days, my parents bought me a Mongoose. I found out years later that it was a competition bike with a 3 piece pedal set and the frame was chromoly. I sold it to a dude in Australia in 2012, all beaten up and in shitty shape, for $900 bucks. True story.
I got fat after that and started playing video games. Fat dropped off, got some pussy, ruined for life and 20 odd years later, I'm on a website devoted to video games. Jesus H.