08-14-2019, 12:51 AM
Its the early 60's, my mother Deborah and her best friend go to the carnival. They pull together their pennies, ring toss. It is ON. first toss, ringer! Second toss, ringer. The third toss...RINGERRR. they won a goldfish. They decided to name it zachary. Super fucking odd name for a goldfish, but i dig it. They make a 3rd grade pinky promise...one day they will name their son zachary. Years pass, they drift. July 16th, 1985 my mother brings a magnificent ball of cells into this world. Zachary. Fast forward 10 years. My mother reconnected only to find out she too named a son zachary. Born 3 days apart. They Haven't talked in decades but upheld their pact. I find it extremely awesome being a person of your word. I always try and live my life the same way. If you fucking say it, mean it. Yes. I am named after a fucking goldfish won at a carnival in Texas in 1962. Werk.
