When I was a child, I'd ride my bike to the 7-11 (which was one of the only places where you could play video games unless you were rich enough to own an Atari or Colecovision) and pay 60-cents for a comic book, then spend a quarter at the corner phone booth to call home and see if my Mom needed me to pick up a newspaper for her on my way home, then I'd flip over the tape in my walkman and start riding home listening to the same 12 songs in the exact same order as I had listened to it every previous time.
NOTHING about that sentence is relevant any more. All of it is ancient jargon to be deciphered by the archaeologists some day...
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Date: 2013-09-20 03:23 am (UTC)NOTHING about that sentence is relevant any more. All of it is ancient jargon to be deciphered by the archaeologists some day...