This is the one and only, "Super Stretch Rivera"
Im from a small place in NY called, Middletown (a.k.a "M-City") it used to anything but diverse; anything but famous; anything but great; and everything but tourist friendly. you could find more to do with your head cut off than if you spent a week in my town.
1996
Most families earn, middle to lower-middle class wages, and just about all had two to three children, maybe a dog or a fish or a cat. But the thing that seemed to be glorified and most evident in my town was the television. Everyone wanted to be on it, anyone who was seen on it instantly became somebody. If you were rich or poor, black or white (or puerto rican); it didn't matter what they told you in school, or at church or in your home. If you really wanted to be accepted and appreciated, you'd better have your eye's on the television; and you'd better have been taking detailed notes. Strangely people didn't question the television's sorcery. they would sit and adore it for hours, they would look to it for advice on relationships and politics and fashion; also for cooking and cleaning and even exercise.
One fateful day i was staring deep into my television and noticed that i had seen the man from the show. I had seen him in the flesh in mets baseball game that my father took me to. He looked so small from where i was. he seemed so human, and so much like me. It was amazing to me that he could be on the television and in real life too; so i listened close. He said that once he was a young kid like me and that he worked hard to play baseball and people gave him money for it; he used the money to get all these cool things, and that other people could too. I had no money but I wanted so many things. thats when, at the tender age of nine, I stopped worshiping my T.V and started out to find "What matters the Mostest"...
