Wednesday, December 14, 2011

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I don't remember the exact date or exactly how old I was, but sometime in my mid-thirties all of the music on the radio began to have the same sound. It was as if static had married the banging of tin and the unmistakable whining of a five year old girl who just has to have a pony. I was annoyed, so I shut it off for a while and drove in silence.

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