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Fall of '85, when my dad's car was so rusty I could see the road beneath my feet as he'd drive us to school
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July of '94, when I found a copy of the Bee Gee's Odessa, which had a crushed red velvet cover
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May of '83, when my sister and I prank called strangers with the titles of songs obscenely altered
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December of '93, when I started working in that department store which had a bong in its 1977 catalog
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January of '94, when I first felt like every moment in that department store should be credit toward time in purgatory
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July of '88, when my family moved out of that house our landlord sold for a dollar to a prison rehab project
