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when I was in 9th grade...

 I did an essay on Michael Jackson, the total inspiration of my life.

when I read it to the class, didn't get one positive vibe.  they squinted their eyes.

this fucking town.  I'm thinking of that, during this time in our country.


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  1. Sheri GrutzSeptember 27, 2020 at 10:58 AM

    Beth was at Adventureland when she found out about his death. must a big buzz kill. I went to have a beer in a bar downtown Davenport, and it was on t.v. The people in the bar, said, Who cares? hmmm.

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