Something in me changed that summer of 2013 in Tallahassee, Florida. The mellow vibes, the smell of bourbon, the sweet breeze in her hair and a nice cigarette. Heck, I could even say I fell in love. With a strong beautiful woman of the south? Maybe so. But the new lifestyle is what captivated me. The new sounds, the new feelings that permeated the air like dandelions in a field, or a heavy smoke-filled room. It was that summer that I became Ron Johhnson. I was still the same robust gun-slinging colt of the West Bank, but with a certain edge, an appreciation for the finer things in life. Ron Johhnson saved me, made me into a better man, a more humble man. So to all the cowboys who listen to St-Vincent, and all the lumberjacks with a knack for selfies, I have one thing to tell you: Ron Johhnson is here for you.