One day, in the summer of 1996, or 1995, or 1997, idk which freaking summer it was, my family had to buy a new television set because our old one made in the summer of 1984, or 1985, idk which freaking summer it was, broke. We went up to Circuit City in Nashua to see what was on sale. As we walked in and my mama went to go talk to the young and able-bodied employees, I wandered over to one of those sections where they have like 20 TV's lined up and stacked on top of each other, all showing the same program on the same channel. I was only 3, or 4, or 5 idk at the time. Well, you know what was showing on all of those TV's? NASCAR BABY. I saw it and thought it looked pretty neat. I became mesmerized,(is that even how its spelled?), I couldn't take my eyes off it. I still remember watching Jeff Burton in his Exide car and Jeff Gordon with his rainbow scheme zoom around the track. It was sweet to see Nascar on twenty TV's all next to one another all at once. Well, on that super special day, mom got a new TV...

In the years following this remarkable event, I managed to collect a few 1:64 scale die-cast cars, which I called by their sponsor. Jeff Burton was simply known to me as Exide, that was the cars' name. Bobby Labonte was simply Interstate. Kyle Petty was Hotwheels. It was a blissful life of unawareness. Yet somehow I still managed to figure out their real names at this time. I have no clue how I knew them, but even though I called the cars by their sponsors I still knew that Jeff Burton drove this car, Michael Waltrip drove that car... and I knew that Jeff Gordon was my favorite, simply because I liked his paint scheme. I was a fan of rainbows back in those days, and I still am. I enjoyed the colors. I still see a lot of colors nowadays in my teenage years.

So as I was growing up, a New England boy with a family who knew nothing of Nascar, despite being completely isolated from the sport it still managed to infiltrate my life. I very loosely followed the sport until in 2nd grade, when I got in deeper than I had ever been in before. I met this short kid who had a speech impediment. We became best friends for life until we were no longer friends when he moved away a few years later. He taught me much there is to know about nascar, and more importantly, how to swim. I took swimming lessons at his house and afterwards we'd go inside and play with our diecasts and watch tapes of nascar races and play nascar games and use nascar slotcars... it was a good life. I remember one day when I got sick at their house at a sleepover overnight, and threw up. His mom thought I was comming down with... homesickness. She literally thought being homesick was a disease, I guess. Thats what she told my mom anyway when she came to pick me up the next morning. "He got sick and threw up, I think he was just feeling a little homesick." gts. So yeah this kid was cool and I learned lots of nascar from him which led to me actually watching a race for once instead of just saying I liked nascar without ever even seing it. Meeting him was definintely a right turn in my life. Just kidding. There are no right turns.

The first race that I watched was the 2003 Coca-Cola 600. Mom had a limit on my TV-time back then, and it was the longest race of the year so... I shed quite a few tears to persuade her to let me watch it, not gonna lie. Actually that was a lie, she still didn't let me watch it all in one sitting. I had to record it and watch it later. I did cry though. And you know what? I was watching that race on that same TV we bought from Circuit City in like 1995, or 1996, or w/e freaking summer that was. Since 2003 I have followed Nascar full time, never missing a race except that one race I missed at Bristol because it was on a Saturday and I forgot... so yeah I never missed a race. Isn't this story epic? Its about to get sad though. If you're not crying already you're gonna start soon.

Alright, so all good things come to an end, said Nelly Furtado. "THATS BS!" I thought. Well, I guess I had to learn that bs the hard way. That friend of mine moved away, and I never saw nor heard from him ever again. Well, if that was true this story would be a lot sadder. The kid actually recently moved back into my area and goes to my school. But just so you have to break out another tissue box, this fact remains true - I haven't spoken to him in real life since. But I did speak to him on facebook. So its not that sad. I just want someone to freaking cry for me for once. You will cry when you hear that I had to give away that wonderful TV set we bought back in w/e summer that was. You know what, I don't even know if it was summer at all. Coulda been winter or fall for all I know. Summer just sounded good in the first paragraph because all good dramas take place in summer. Unless its a drama about the ups and downs of ski-lifts. Oh snap, I just punned. Take that, literary terms lickin' yo face. So yeah we gave that TV away and I haven't seen it since. But once again, it isn't that sad because my cousin is the person we gave it to. So I can find it if I want to say hi to it ever again.

Those of you with urinary symptoms, go relieve yourselves now because you'll feel stunned between the legs when you read this.

You know where we went to buy a new tv? CIRCUIT CITY B*TCH. It was the same Circuit City in Nashua. Ahh good times. Isn't that cool though? Circuit City is the reason I'm here writing this now, because I got a TV there in some season in some year many years ago, and they were showing Nascar, and then like 6 or 7 or 8 years later I watched Nascar on it again, and then we went to buy another TV from them which I have watched Nascar on ever since! This whole review should be in the BIBLE.

This year, Circuit City in Nashua went out of business. I didn't get a chance to go in there and say bye to the TV section one last time. I got my start in that Circuit City. Now its gone. There is no loophole this time. Circuit City wasn't given to my cousin, and it didn't move away and then come back a few years later. Its gone, and I feel the pain in every heartbeat. All because of the stupid Best Buy that sits right next to it. Why must my life be filled with such sorrow. Circuit City is freaking gone man, this sucks.

So in conclusion, the moral of this story is that Circuit City is bomb. If I ever make it big in nascar, my hat goes off to them because if my memory serves me right, the first time I was exposed to nascar was in Circuit City. It's never right. Always left, fools.