It was 1984. This single came out the month I graduated from high school. It was our protest song. After the Kent State shootings detroyed the innocence of the white kids who belieed in social justice, our parents tried to force us back into the '50's paradigm, i.e. no questioning the status quo.
It was 1984. The first presidential election I could vote in. I voted for Mondale because 1) Geraline Ferraro was his running mate and 2) I didnt' trust Reagan.
It was 1984. I started college. That's when I learned my parents were a couple of racist fucks. I mourned for the people I thought they were.
It was 1984. If I'd known George Orwell's vision of the future would be even worse than he imagined, I probably would have gone through with my suicide.
It was 1984. I owe my current existence to Twisted Sister and other musical acts that encouraged to me to grab my power and not let go.
It was 1984.
i had so much fun telling a story to a live audience, i think i’m going to
do it again
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As a proof of concept, as an answer to the question, "Will an audience show
up for me, and can I entertain that audience with a story?" This was an
unmitig...
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