Bad As My Mom Wants Me To Be

I want to circle back to Sunday’s post real fast…

I could go on and on about my love for Dennis Rodman, how I had several shirts with him on it (on one his hair was Hypercolor and it was FIRE), I dressed up as him for Famous Person Day at my high school homecoming spirit week, my room had several posters of him, etc.

But what you really need to know is the story of the first time I read his book, Bad As I Wanna Be, which I’m rereading now. I was probably in 7th grade and, well, Dennis Rodman, so…

My mom read the book before I did and binder-clipped the inappropriate parts that I couldn’t read.

Entire chapters clipped off.

This might not be funny to you, but it has me rollin’ today.

-Beverly “7th Graders Can Operate Binder Clips, Mom” Goldenstein