I had GI Joe. Eagle Eye with the Kung Fu grip. A chopper to fly the plastic guy around and the 6 wheel vehicle for the marshy spots in the woods. Eventually I grew bored with Joe and threw his naked carcass on the garage roof never to be seen again until my pop cleaned the gutter. His joints were a bit rusty. Not to mention a fine film of algae growing on him. Soon I discovered chicks, hooch and eventually pursued both with vigor. GI Joe was long forgotten.
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“You're painfully alive in a drugged and dying culture.”
― Richard Yates, Revolutionary Road
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