Don't Stop Believing (in Awesome Manny)

While shopping at the outlets yesterday, my mother bought me a bathrobe from Ralph Lauren. I was excited to have a bathrobe, because I'm all about the lavish and flashy lifestyle, which is why I wear gray T-Shirts and black sweatpants. As I walked around the apartment in my bathrobe, I felt like a king, but then Manny put me in my place by laughing. For a second, I thought that maybe he laughed because I was being funny, but then I realized that he was mocking me. He was mocking me because I only had a bathrobe, and he has Jedi Robes. Tarik was talking to him about buying Ray-Bans, and Manny, dismissively, said "Oh no, I only wear Oakleys." He really put Tarik in his place, it was like watching Michael Jordan dropping 55 on the Knicks at the Garden or President Bill Clinton holding a fundraiser at a strip club. For one shining moment, he owned everyone in the room.

I'm not sure if Awesome Manny truly exists, but for the first time, I feel like the possibilty of Awesome Manny is out there. I'm not sure why Awesome Manny chooses to stay hidden, why he allows people like myself to question his potential greatness. I wish I could be so awesome, I wish I could just say "Fuck those Ray-Bans, I rocks the Oakleys."

I now believe that Awesome Manny is somewhere out there. And one day, I hope to see him walking around New York City, carrying his lightsaber, wearing his Oakley visors, and wearing his Jedi Robes.