Jericho Johnson: The Gauntlet of Time

  Chapter fifteen already? Geez.

  As thrilled as I am about how fast and amazing this little memoir is going, I have to say that fifteen was, like, the absolute worst age of my life.

  I mean, it was my first year of college, when I was made fun of for being the youngest guy in the room… You know, that kind of thing.

  Anyway, I figure since I hate fifteen so much, and since it is my memoir, after all, that I’m just going to skip this chapter. That good with everyone? Cool. Moving on.

  Chapter 16