Last night, lying in my creaky old bed--this sounds like one of those badly written horror stories already, doesn't it?--I'm going through my iPod for any sort of music that might lull me to sleep and get "Roland the Thompson Gunner" of all things. Yet I don't mind...because I reminisced.
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I imagine a lot of people don't want to read about what a weird friggen kid I was )
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