It’s September 18, 1985 – You’re Stuck In Typing Class – You Have This Mind . . .
One of those days – you’ve had a bunch of them – don’t know what it’s about; life that is. Feel like it’s one big out-of-body experience. Eleventh grade is an eternity – snails move faster. You would like to go to sleep, like for the next six months. Everybody’s
