My worst birthday ever was #8
I was in second grade, and my parents told me I could invite one kid to my party.
I realize now that this wasn't because my parents didn't want me to have any friends, but because I was having my party at Chuck E. Cheese's and, you know, that stuff ain't cheap.
Anyway, so I decided to invite Kyle to my party because he was good at soccer, he had Sonic, he had spikey hair, he was really funny, and I figured if I could get on his good side then maybe some of that popularity would rub off.
Or at least a little of that hair gel.
So Kyle was the one person that