When I was in high school I was in the drum line and my section leader stuck me with the nickname
"Paco". Now, in Mexico, "Paco" is usually a shortened slang name for "Francisco" or "Frank" and, since neither of those is my middle name, I still have no idea how this white kid started calling me that.
The best part about it was that it spread like wildfire and I never really shook it off as people still call me that to this day. The worst part about it is that it had no reason to exists in the first place since I was never given a logical reason for this to even exist. It's kind of like Chris Crocker, W. Bush and god; nobody really knows why they're there, they just
are and they are a fucking nuisance.
Jam it back in, in the dark.