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That was so long ago... 1985/86. I was a dorky highschooler. I was smitten with a tall redhead who was very bad for me (there was lot's of sex involved so I couldn't really help myself as that sort of thing goes).
I worked at the hospital making more money than a 17-year-old has a right to make while still in school.
I was a year away from Univeristy and the eye-opening change that was about to bring... and a year away from meeting my wife.
I was a few months away from the murder suicide of my best friend.
It marked the definitive end of my childhood.
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"My hands are on fire. Hands are on fire. Ain't got no more time for all you charlatans and liars."
- Old Man Luedecke
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