when i was a kid, my sister had a huge stack of beatles vinyl, and 45s.
i was like, 6, and listened to them on my close-and-play repeatedly. i thought they were great, and my sister enjoyed filling my head with every single inane factoid ever known about them.
F.F. several years and see me in the 8th grade. by now i'm well on my way to being the school stoner, and grades are falling like...things that fall down....
so i sign up for this music class about the beatles thinking "easy A".
i got my A without even trying. however, fate punished my academic laziness by putting me in the same class the next year too. i wanted to pull my eyes out with a pudding spoon. it took years of drugs to wash that stuff out of my head.
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