The Death of George Michael and Long-Term Memory
At the age of 22, I was proud to have been drunk out of my mind more times than any human liver should be able to physically tolerate even after fifty years of enjoying the demon in the bottle. At the age of 23 and the time of this writing, I have had more sex partners than as many people on Friday night lineup waiting to order at Pink’s Hot Dogs in La Brea. At this same tender age, I have also had the chance to live in a foreign country to study theater arts and enjoy both the…
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