1. I was 15 years old when I bought this paper.
Because it had Julian Lennon on the front talking about John.
A month after his death in New York.
2. I only turned 16 in October.
3.
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8. So now I think it's time we read the time capsule of a paper together.
I'll photograph and crop and contrast so it's legible for you.
And I'll parse 4 decades of lived experience as notes.
Anyone in like Flynn?
9.
Ah, when no night out didn't include a trip to the Jacks with a gigantic green can of Harmony Hairspray which was sprayed liberally and repeatedly while lighting a Major with a Safety Match.
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