I was an only child growing up. Anybody reading this that was also an only child can surely understand how lonely that can be. Being so lonely left a void in my life, a hole if you will. I've spent years trying to fill that hole with abusive relationships, shady friendships and drugs. Going through all that truly broke me. Finally, became content with the fact that I would always be a loner.

Then came the afternoon of April 27th, 2017. I was in prison in St. Joseph, Missouri excited for the upcoming nfl draft. The guys on 610 sports were all aflutter about the rumors the Chiefs might draft a quarterback. I was hopeful, but not optimistic. Written on a yellow notepad was my big board as well as my Chiefs predictions. I had Mahomes as my #1 choice if he fell, Watson #2 if he fell and Malik Hooker #3. I didn't want trubisky. I was honestly torn between the other two QBs but thought we had a better shot at Mahomes falling to #27. Realistically, I predicted we wouldn't trade up or down and we'd take Adoree Jackson.

Then that evening, my world changed. We all remember it. The trade. The pick. My saviour. The man who came to fill my hole. I am no longer alone. I have Patrick. It doesn't matter that he doesn't know who I am. I know who he is. He is my everything.

Let's go chiefs!

Ps - Fuck John Elway
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