Don't you love that I always try and justify my apparent bad grammar?
I'm having memories that I have had but have never had before: of the founders of Brighton and Hove linking their two fishing villages in the name of His Majesty the King by naming their main road King's Road... Of Irish boys whoring themselves on the Old Main Drag in London and getting the shit kicked out of them by the LPD, and of other things that I can't explain but which am for some reason reminded of as I sit here downloading off of iTunes, which is completely ridiculous, I know - as well as other thoughts and memories which are strongly recalled every time I listen to compelling ( I love that term) music. Maybe I have an overwrought imagination, or maybe I am, as my old guy metaphysical acquaintance states, an old soul (despite the fact that the amount of people who are in the world a thousand years ago far exceeds the amount of people around today (as is stated in I heart {i heart parentheses} Huckabees).