Mike Tyson was a hero.

When I first played “Mike Tyson’s Punchout” on the original Nintendo, I could hardly fight my way past the surfer-boy-gone-bad Glass Joe, let alone get with the big headed bull dude.

Then Lindsay entered a magic code to skip all directly to Iron Mike.

The code worked and I was so nervous, I almost hit the reset button; almost wished that the game would freeze. No such luck.

Soon Mike was dancing across my screen, kinda floating.kinda gloating.already subconsciously fucking with my head. 10 years old wanting to beat mike Tyson. You might not remember, but I remember thinking about the Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince track, I Think I Could Beat Mike Tyson. Actually that was the first song on my first mixtape. Made up of cassettes and albums. If I smoke enough weed I’ll remember the playlist…Rob Mase, Technotronic, Van Morrison

So I saw this poster while driving through LA right before the election, backroads of LA. Century Boulevard. La Cienga, Sepulveda. And it expressed exactly how I felt. The 2008 Presidential Election was a battle of epic proportions. It was a contest of wills and it felt like Good vs. Evil.

Obama won.