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May 13, 2002
2:32 p.m.

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Yesterday I stumbled upon a souvenir booklet thingy from Madame Tussauds and it took me right back. It reminded me of a time long ago when the waxwork of wrinkly old Pablo Picasso scared me far more than the whole Chamber Of Horrors put together, when Michael Jackson was still black and when the souvenir booklet from Madame Tussauds somehow had me convinced that Larry Hagman was Dame Edna Everage (well they were pictured right next to each other. I thought it was a before and after thing...).

I'm just enjoying remembering a time when I could do pretty much anything I wanted. I'm not suggesting I was a tearaway. I mean I could play footy when I wanted, I could read for long periods of time. The only pain was from the constant gash on my knee or some other play-related injury. And there were no heart palpitations (does anyone know what a heart attack is supposed to feel like?). I miss normal life.

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