Have I Lost My Mind or Has Age Finally Taken Over?
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Have I Lost My Mind or Has Age Finally Taken Over?

It's an inevitability. Get two or more men of a certain age—say between 45 and 60 years old—and they will find their conversational way into complaints about getting older.

From the obvious How Is It That I Can No longer Eat as Many Carbs to the I Hurt My Back Sitting in a Fucking Chair Yesterday it is the point in life when the slow decay of the body comes as a bit of a surprise.

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I Believe... [Wear That Dress, Girl!]
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I Believe... [Wear That Dress, Girl!]

...that few things scream effective activism than attending an event costing $30,000 a ticket wearing a dress that cost $45,000 with an anti-capitalist message stitched into it. Like going to a Raiders game with a hat that says “Concussions and Wife Beating are Bad” or a fundraiser for the Catholic Church in an alter boy costume.

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One Act by a Dead Man
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One Act by a Dead Man

Amy: I’m sorry if I sent mixed signals, but I’m not attracted to you. You’re wasting your time and your feelings.

Peter: Feeling things isn’t a waste. Why must you continually divert all power to shields?

Amy: I’ve been hurt, so I protect myself. Isn’t that my right? The psychic in New York told me that I’ve probably been abused in several past lives, not just in this one…

Peter: I thought the psychic in Bucharest told you that?

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Innocence Ends in Avondale - A Chicago Story
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Innocence Ends in Avondale - A Chicago Story

That’s it. That word, it pulls up like a tub stopper in her, letting all the old dirty waters drain out. It upsets her deep in her gut where she buries her heart. The Elston house feels disgusting, suddenly, as if she’s been swallowed by a beast. Doomed to dwell in a place where “utopia” is the exact furthest thing from reality.

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We Killed Jason Todd
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We Killed Jason Todd

In 1988 my friends and I killed a kid.

He was just a boy really. We had help it wasn’t just me and my pals. there were adults involved, lots of them. I mean we were young we were just thirteen and really couldn’t comprehend the ramification of our actions, the adults knew what they were doing. I’m painting it to sound way more sinister than it was, and in today’s society, wouldn’t trend on Twitter but maybe in the ’80s, it was probably considered quite ominous.

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