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In Memphis I would hop around on crutches and sit outside churches where I'd sweat and talk to myself. I live in Atlanta now and no one hears about all these things that I remember - the formative years that I keep taking myself myself through in memory. There must be a museum for thoughts like these to be put on display. It would cut the hassle of getting to know someone like me pretty quick and save me a lot of talking. But since nothing like that has been established yet, I'll start with this, a quick hello.