I had some strange flashbacks on this night. Weird memories drifting up out of the time fog like a great spike of land, only to be consumed again by the smoke
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Good old hot damn, sir. You hit the nail on the fucking head, I'd say. I miss that shit, too. Way on back when the people we knew were, in fact, the people we knew. You didn't have to come into the diner or the pool hall, and wonder, "Who the hell's that?"
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