Let the world do what they want with me, but I was here: Randy Boyd, the boy, the man, the nigger, the faggot, the retard, the reject, the little league athlete, the junior high and high school athlete, the high school actor, and so much more.
Still, I know I gotta die someday. Like every descendant of the great apes before me.
I’m not that good. I got skillz, but believe me, I know I’m gonna die. Hopefully much later than sooner. And I’m very happy that I’ve survived long enough to create a Museum of Me, always on exhibit when there’s life after me.