I'm 30.
The day I turned 20 my Uncle Keith called and played me this song. He held the phone up to the speaker while he played the whole song on his record player.
He was really excited to play it for me. We never really spoke much before or after this.
But I like the memory and am happy to think about it now that I'm 30.
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A grammatically awkward chronicle of certain goings on.
I mean, after all; you have to consider we're only made out of dust. That's admittedly not much to go on and we shouldn't forget that. But even considering, I mean it's a sort of bad beginning, we're not doing too bad. So I personally have faith that even in this lousy situation we're faced with we can make it. You get me?-- PKD
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