In my continuing efforts to figure out what the hell I am doing with this show I take a trip down memory lane…I think…at least I remember it that way…but I could be wrong. Oh well all we really have of the past is our memories, and we are at best unreliable narrators of our own story.

Not that it matters, but I really do wonder how much of what I remember actually happened, how many memories of this place I call home are real?

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