I wish I were as interesting as my friend Darren. I wish I had a phrase that captured my audience like Darren does. All Darren had to say was, "Well, before I went to rehab..." and he had us. The story that followed that phrase had all the thrill, sting, and linger of an episode of Cops, Jerry Springer, and Miami Vice in one.
In an attempt to assemble some sort of journal, I will, from time to time, relate a memory of childhood. I must come up with a phrase signifying my transition from contemporary events to past, age-improved experiences. Maybe I should say, "...before I went to Japan," or "...when I was still a virgin," or "...before my dad died." I don't think any of those conjure the curiosity and breathless anticipation that 'before I went to rehab' does, but at least it sets a timeline. Maybe just a date or a season will suffice. What if I cite the concurrent music. "So, when Saturday Night Fever filled the airwaves..." or "When Burning Down the House by Talking Heads was popular..."
So, the other day, in 1969, when Janice and Jimmy died, I was 8.
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