- odd commentary
I don't remember. Really, I don't. There's something vague about rock and roll. And big synthesizers. And I have recurring dreams about videogames. I still have BOXES of reel-to-reel and cassette tapes; that must mean something.
But it all runs together like the peanut butter and jelly sandwich you forgot in your pocket before doing the laundry. I guess I could just Google myself and find out, but where's the mystery in that?.
I rest my case. But it won't scratch furniture.
My metaphorical beard grows yet longer.