Will I ever be able to read/hear a reference to Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass without hearing J's voice saying, "Slim? Slim Whitman?"
I CELEBRATE myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs
to you.
I mean, really, it's been something like 24 years since that happened. Memory is a funny thing. I can barely remember what I had for lunch yesterday but I can remember a mundane, 10 second moment from way back when? It still cracks me up when I think about it.
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