11/20/2017
So the year is 1986 and me and the boys spent a lot of time just chillin all day shooting pool in Detroit. All of a sudden one day this punk kid, must have been about 14 comes in and just starts hanging out. We all asked him why he wasn't in school and he explains that this rap music craze has moved him and he was dropping out to become famous, like a white dude could EVER make it in rap. Anyways he was shooting and busting rhymes and to be honest with you he wasn't that bad. The whole time he was playing he was chomping on skittles. After about a month he tells us he is going to an open mic and doesn't think Marshall Mathers is a good stage name. Just clowning around we tell him he ought to call himself Skittles.. About 6 months go by and we don't see hide nor hair of him when he pops back in. We tell him we thought he made it big and he tells us his rhymes were dope but something just didn't click. So he starts shooting pool and hanging out again and practicing. one day he runs out of his skittles and he looks at me and says he needs a sugar fix because he was jonesing. so I reach in my pocket and just like a slow motion scene in the movies toss him a bag of M&M's.. Anyways he goes into beast mode and is ready to try again, but thinks Skittles was a stupid stage name so well you can figure out the rest.