it's 2010, the "future." where's my flying car? my space suit? why haven't we colonized Mars yet?
all i want for my futuristic present is for someone to invent a time machine so i can travel back to the 1970s/80s and watch a young Bruce Springsteen sing "I'm On Fire" in an intimate low-lit concert venue and not feel guilty or self-conscious about squealing like a teenage girl.
aw heck. i don't need a time machine to do that!
Sunday, April 04, 2010
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