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The Chamber of Secrets

2015-10-03

My memories of the past few years are a bit of a blur.  My whole life, really.  Except for a brief period between 2007-2009, when I faithfully translated the trials and triumphs of my existence in comic form.  Those events are remembered for me, thanks to this site.

I mean, I can remember things on my own.  I do.  Frequently.  I remember when McDonald’s got All-Day Breakfast.  I remember when we accidentally ended up with a third dog (Dactyl).  I got new shoes once, I remember that.

But there’s no organization.  It is a mad jumble without any chronology, like the mess of cables and wires and miscellaneous hardware I keep in my desk drawer.

So I can either sit down every now and again and doodle, or I can surrender to the waves of experience like Patrick Swayze at the end of Point Break.

Stay tuned to see which it is!

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