wow I thought that this day would come a lot sooner but it didn’t and here it is.
my lovely mother was 8.5 months pregnant with me in July of good ole ‘92 when her and my father decided that it was a great night to go see John Mellencamp perform in Pittsburgh. At some point during the concert the bass was so loud and intense that it put my mom into labor. She was rushed to the hospital and not much later, I was born. Everything was cool and normal except for my dad who was still pretty drunk from tailgating before the show.
He really liked bruce springsteen and america and apparently john cougar mellencamp. While in the hospital room, he was all “Yo, yo, yo kathy, we should totally name him Cougar. How fucking sweet would that be?”. And my mom was all “hahaha nah son, you need an IV or some shit?”.
They told me that story when I was real little, and I guess I was real into it because my kindergarten teacher called my parents all like “haha yo, this kid is writing his name as Cougar, but he’s not even spelling it correctly he’s spelling it “Kooger”. Like wtf is yr kid stupid?”. My parents were like “chill” and I was like “chill” then my friends thought it was real funny so they started calling me Kooger and it just hasn’t ever stopped and I embrace it I’m 21 years old and my name is Kooger hmu.
this is INCREDIBLE I HAD NO IDEA HOW GREAT THIS STORY IS