WHAT KIND OF THINGS
DO YOU REMEMBER?
I can remember this shirt. Well horse-whip my asshole now.
I can remember the time Billy Martin kicked all that dirt in
some umpire's face - no, that can't be - kicked up some
dirt anyway. I remember when the Earth stood still and all
the carnival rides suddenly began going backwards. I was
five, and terrified. I remember screaming in horror for
weeks. I remember screaming in horror for weeks.
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