Let me tell you about my favorite store.

Any memoir has gaps in it, right?

If a Zima Knight jugs in the woods, was there anyone there to witness?

When I do it, I like there to be someone there.

Just to tell me how I did.

It's like in sci-fi shows, you don't know where the bathroom on the ship

is. What, do you want to see all your favorite characters pooping? No. But this part is important.

This is what I call the crux of the story, and it's strange that I wasn't there for it, but

in this case, there was a time in my life for I chose not to return from the space between.

I was like, eh, screw this, Durf needs some DIRF time.

I don't know what happened then, but you know what does know, the space.

And I, you're lucky you, I'm a vessel of the space.

So what I'm going to do here is I'm going to sit back, relax, and I'm going to let the space take the wheel, as it were.

So, uh, record on the tape recorder, already recording, because you're hearing this.

And let's see what the space has to say about my time, dead.

Welcome to the morning. Welcome to the Arm.

Welcome to the Arm.

We've been waiting for you.

Stop saying that.

You're in there, morgue with us now.

I know where I am. Enough.

Stop.

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