The Story Behind the Title

My name is Justin St. Peter. I am an avid sports fan and am passionate about chocolate chip cookies. If I find good chocolate chip cookies, I can not resist. Flashback: One of the first days of fifth grade. I am just sitting down to lunch. The table is full of my friends and some people that as of then, I did not know much about. I was minding my own business, joking around with my friends, and enjoying my lunch. Just finishing the main course, I was overjoyed that it was time to taste the amazing-looking gigantic chocolate chip cookie that the school had lovingly baked for the students that day. I began ripping the crusts of the cookie and placing the middle of it on my tray. I always eat the crusts first because they are not as good as the gooey inside section. Somebody asked what I was doing. I explained to them that the middle was the best part, and that I was saving it for last. A couple people laughed, but it did not phase me at all. Then from what I remember, Devon (at the time,  I barely knew who he was) says something and dumps his blue gatorade all over my tray, instantly turning my incredible cookie into a sloppy, disgusting mess. Devon began laughing hysterically, and a couple of his friends laughed (I do have to admit, I probably would have to if I was not the victim). My brain could not even comprehend why someone would want to ruin this godlike creation. Before he had the chance to sit down, I flipped the tray over and smiled as the chunks of cookie and blue gatorade sprayed all over his shirt. Devon got back up, when a teacher arrived. We explained what happened to him. Devon was sent to the office, where I am pretty sure he was given a new shirt. The teacher also made him agree to buy me a cookie the next day. I received one the following day and that was it. That teaches you, do not mess with me when I am enjoying a chocolate chip cookie. In fact, now that I am done, I think it is about time to eat one.