By | January 8, 2019

There was a teacher in high school who would call us by any nickname that we requested at the beginning of class. But only the first one you chose, no changes allowed. So I told him off the top of my head that I wanted to be called “Sky Bandit.” And sure enough for the rest of that year, he called me “Sky Bandit” in his class and anywhere else.

There was a man of his word.

(My friend’s nickname in that class was “Sharp Sauce.” Don’t ask me.)