You don’t remember me…

But I remember you. I can’t get that song out of my head, I don’t know why. And it’s not even the original, either, it’s the frelled up one from Grease with Bowser, lol.

I love doo wop, I wish there were still malt shops and you could go down to a corner drug store and get a soda. I know people who feel the same who think they were born in the wrong time era but I don’t share that feeling, I think I was born in a good time era which sadly lacks malt shops, lol.

I think it’s because I grew up on Nick at Nite or something, I don’t know. For some reason it’s one of those things about myself I never could figure out.

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