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| Me, in my younger days |
My mother thought it might be therapeutic if I started a blog and jotted down my thoughts after the events. I realize that no one remembers said events (which I will not go into at this juncture) of the last couple of weeks, and I will probably be written off as a loon in the comments. That's fine! That's a cross we must all bear at some point in our lives.
After I finished the documentary, I realized that there was much more going on than we at first realized. There's no way I can release this video to the public at this point. Not that I don't love ridicule and dirty looks, but until people get their memories back, I would rather it not fall into the internet fringe.
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