I’m as American as Baskin & Robbins. I dig the country of my birth as far as I can sight McDonald’s for the consumption of a Quarter Pounder.
America has me on lock for the awesome way you can be who you are with no apologies — even when it shits on everything that made you who you are.
I love America for making me the world’s greatest — even when the truth breaks away from the faulty.
We play the role that has been ordained by the warriors that allowed independence without asking permission.
I know what that feels like.