A Momentary Diversion on the Road to the Grave

A tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying Nothing

I’m nostalgic for conversations I had yesterday. I’ve begun reminiscing events before they even occur. I’m reminiscing this right now. I can’t go to the bar because I’ve already looked back on it in my memory… and I didn’t have a good time.

Max, Kicking and Screaming
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