Upper-Decker

I was dropped off early at university, a squeaky clean seventeen-year-old scholar, easily identified as a Southern California surfer dude with huaraches on my feet, knobs on my knees, and of course, a bushy, bushy blond hair do. My life now consisted of a single suitcase full of clothes, three boxes of books, an old typewriter, and a guitar (hey, it was the sixties).

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Remember the Axe

No one can accuse me of not embracing the latest fads and slavishly following the top influencers on the internet. Whether it’s a tricky dance step on TicTok, a life-threatening challenge on Twitter, or the latest act of stupid cruelly enacted by some unnamed Florida governor, just point me to the end of the line and I’m there!

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