Did a bit of train travel today and boy howdy was it ever swell. I've always liked trains. When I was a kid my uncle got me one of those foldable model trains —— a VIA train, natch —— and I was so touched that I didn't notice he was a drunken idiot (game recognize game) until I was almost 20. That same uncle once bailed on plans to take me somewhere fun —— the CNE, maybe —— and got me a stuffed robot toy filled with styrofoam pellets instead. The robot was bigger than me. I named him James. James died a horrible death around the time I became a fan of Paul "Mr. Wonderful" Orndorff, whose finishing move was the piledriver. James, wherever he is, is still the only good memory I have of him. I'm looking forward to seeing him in hell. James, not my uncle. The uncle will also be in hell but I plan on saying "no habla inglés" to him if he tries to talk to me down there. Afterlife too short, you know. Anyway, these choons were all playing at a restaurant we ate at earlier: 🎵🎵 Lost Boyz,…
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