It was 1986 when my story takes place. We didn't know what curb-stomping was.

Whoever took it abandoned it not long after taking it, and it was found a few days later (not a scratch on it). As far as I know, they never found out who did it.

I watched 'Vamps', which she was in.

It wasn't a good movie, even for the time, but yes, the ending was exceptionally poor.

And that is the beginning and the end of my 'Smashing Pumpkins' knowledge.

More than one week?

He may not have had one.

Back in Smarch during the lousy weather.

That's what Sean Penn would have done.

The trailers were apparently effective at making the movie look good to some people. Even my wife said she wanted to see it, and she's not a big fan of comic book movies in general.

Hard to say how many of those who went were there because of the Jared Leto Joker pictures, though.

Mopey Jared Fogel prays for death for entirely non-Joker-related reasons.

You know how some people call guacamole 'guac'? I invented that.

They opened one in my town in the last few years, and I assume it's some sort of front for organized crime because it's a horrible location and it never seems busy.

I was also born in 1971 like Winona Ryder, but I was not, in 1983, sitting on train tracks and protesting the bombing of the Contras mostly because I knew that we were supporting the Contras, not bombing them.

It's no Vancouver, that's for sure.

We had to get our roof replaced after a particularly nasty hail storm, and I mistakenly kept telling the insurance lady that we needed eight sheets of ODB instead of OSB.

I totally agree about people wanting handouts. I mean, the other day I was walking down the street and this dude came up to me and asked me if I had any money I could give him… Like I was just going to hand him the hard-earned money my Dad sends me every month.

Different redhead.

And he almost never goes to court.