I am sitting in an empty cubicle in my brother’s office, waiting for him to be done with work. I was in NYC this morning and needed to get to Portland, Maine this afternoon. Mission accomplished. And one would think I would be particularly inspired since this is where I actually spent the Nineties.
But nope. Drawing a complete blank. I remember the beginning of the decade and the end. Middle is sort of a blur. All the good anecdotes that make me seem cool I remember vividly. The rest of them not so much. Not like I was a serial killer (ugh, too lazy) but having to get up and WALK to the VCR to put in a porn was so….primitive.
So since I am super tired and it is now seven hours after I started writing this, let’s just say one thing led to another and I present to you: 100% Pure Love by Crystal Waters.
Whoo! I really tied that together….