The funny thing is, I may have had an actual conversation with some teens about "scene" just a few days ago and forgot it already because I'm too old to remember shit (or maybe I just didn't give a fuck, I dunno). I'm not really sure if I did or didn't, but it seems familiar. I don't remember what I did this morning, and I sure as fuck don't remember what inspired the butt laser painting, so how the hell could I remember a conversation I had with some kids 2 whole days ago? How fortunate I ran across it again.
A doctor told me I have narcolepsy, but I've never had that verified. Maybe that's the problem. Check out Rusty and Skeeter. I remember seeing this documentary on PBS when I was a kid about narcoleptic dogs. It was fucking awesome. Dog after dog, big ones too, eating dirt in mid run. Good shit, wish I could find it on the webs.
p.s. I'd (?) Deborah Norville's (?) any day. I got nothin' today.
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