We talked about computers a little in this one.
Also: compulsory nude swimming, trampoline camp, Stephen King, and the underreported psychopathology of John and Merlin's profound exposure to Lead.
[this is a good one]
"The Deadliest Stroad in America"
This 1000-meter stretch of Florida highway includes where I worked at McDonalds and where I worked at a steak house and where I helped conduct a very tatty and low-rent telemarketing scam about sending children to the circus.
It was theoretically easily walkable from my house; it was not easily walkable from my house.
I asked the guy who's fixing our freezer, and his grandparents were totally living in Moscow in 1942.
So, I talked for a surprisingly long time about Bagration and Stalingrad, and then I closed with a Napoleon joke whose wordplay involved 3 languages and 4 centuries.
I think he really enjoyed it.
Whenever somebody gets over their skis with thinking how great they are but is then forced to confront how nobody actually likes them and they will ultimately die alone, one thing always comes immediately to mind.
Peter Brady standing alone at the fancy party he threw for himself.
I have thought this for FIFTY YEARS, and it's only just now occurring to me how few you are old enough to even understand this reference.
Thus, here's me.
