2001-06-26 :: 3:36 p.m.

One time, when I was a kid, this neighborhood brat, Nicole, bashed my knees with a baseball bat.

I don't know why I remembered this. Probably because I spent the greater portion of my pre-adolescence wishing her dead and I'm wondering how that all worked out.

I want my bike back. Whoever stole it, you can be expecting the same fate. Karma, folks. It ain't just for breakfast anymore.

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