Looking out along the hole that used to be where I poured the blood and sweat of my early 20s, where most of my neck and knee really are, I lost got lost in the revelry of nostalgia. That is, until someone tried to steal my car. Then, I just started screaming babble and left them hanging on as I drove away as fast as I could.
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