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Thursday, June 21, 2012
spotty at best
My memory is spotty at best. my life turned out to be a turbulent drama; every time I turned a corner, there I was, into more crap than I bargained for. The fact that I carried along with me a distinct sense of disbelief led to, I think, a blurry, washed out sequence of indistinct events.