LSD
“My Mom has forgotten major life events, but she can still sing along to the Andrews Sisters and Simon & Garfunkel.”
I woke Rosie up to ask her a Smiths lyric. “What time is it?” she asked. I told her it was only 8:15, but that didn’t matter. The song was running through my head and it was driving me crazy that I couldn’t remember the word. Who does he want to unite and take over? Sign painters? Shitkickers? Ice dancers?
“Shoplifters!” Rosie said, then rolled over and…
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