Coming of age in the early 1970s, I got to the hot pants part and became lost in reverie.
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I was lost in reverie, once. There are some bad parts of town in reverie. Parts of town where they jaywalk and stuff.
You better know where you’re going in reverie.
Yes, I remember Hot Pants.
There was this girl who sat in front of me in Algebra class.
She was the best thing in that Algebra class. She’s about the only thing I remember from that Algebra class.
That and letters are numbers.
Still haven’t figured that one out.
“A = 7”
OK.
9 = Rutabaga
Prove it doesn’t.