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It's all about me apparently. But these memories are gonna be lost to time, who's there to give a shit. As long as you're here, a couple years earlier in art class Brenda, I won't post her last name, we were in art class, and got to have music in a little off building and we were partners, and she had white pants on, this was before the theater burned down. She had her period sitting on my lap and I didn't know what was happening, I just felt my crotch get soaked above where I should be soaking, and we were both covered in blood, and I thought she might've got shot, I didn't know what the fuck was going on, ...so ...I picked her up and ran her like a fucking WW1 hero to the nurses office in a completely different building, it wasn't as cinematic as I'm making it, but i fucking made it happen. I discovered I'm a good guy to have in a crunch. The song that day, how do you forget the radio.