Hi, I’m Mackenzie. Or Mac.
Or Kenzie, Kenz, Red, Big Mac, Lil’ Mac…You Over There.
I’m not picky.
I am, however:
Your typical middle child from the Midwest, raised on memes and potatoes.
Incapable of ending a conversation.
Probably the least intimidating person you’ll ever meet with a finger tattoo.
Deeply fearful of walking out of the handicapped stall to see someone who actually needs it.
A collector of unsent tweets, unshared poems and dad jokes that I only share with people I know will hate them.