Boy oh boy where do I even start, Dear Lebron you genuinely the most beautiful amazing handsome intelligent man on this earth, the world with out would crumble and would be a very dark place. My Dearest LeBron, With every dribble, you enchant the court, weaving tales of glory and triumph. Your prowess on the hardwood resonates with the beating of my heart, for in your game, I find the essence of greatness. boy oh boy…lebron…bron…..king….ever since i laid my eyes on you i’ve never watched basketball the same. the way you dunk the ball and stroke the 3 just motivates me to get up everyday. In a world where legends rise and fall, there exists a titan among titans, a colossus whose greatness transcends the bounds of the court and touches the very fabric of our collective imagination. His name? LeBron James.

I used to roll half a bottle of laxative pills into a Crunch wrap supreme and then leave cow pies on peoples door mats. People in my town installed porch cameras to catch the "Phantom S hitter" they said it couldn't possibly be one man, the hits were too frequent and too large. It had to be a whole gang of city punks coordinating and making planned precision strikes. I felt like a god among lesser beings in my town. Every time i was at the local diner and i overheard someone screaming about the black slop they found on their porch i felt powerful and unstoppable. I became too arrogant, started striking during the day. That's when they caught me and strung me up in the streets and hit me with rocks. I barely escaped with my life and i had to leave town. Now after all these years, I'm in a new town and I behave well enough. But I've got this nagging feeling, the urge is back, and I'm starting to think that my new town is about to experience a storm