Kavik Kang
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I should have a small enough tool to push the pin out and get the car apart tonight.
Just in case some of you really are having your kids read some of this because they are glued to computer screens all day long, or if maybe you have been like that yourself, here's a little more how I see it after about 40 years straight of it.
Like I said in a previous post... almost everything I've done in my life was not real. It only ever existed in a save file on a hard drive, and never mattered to anyone except me. And it only mattered too me in the moment, once it was over it didn't matter too me anymore either. Because it wasn't real, it doesn't matter. When I look back at the last 40 years now, I have very little to remember. Most of it were things I created or did in fake places, or things I created and did that were never published and nobody ever saw but me. It's all a blank, because it's all forgotten, because none of it ever mattered. The memory of my life is almost entirely Christmas, my birthday, my relatives birthdays... and back through that cycle again for the next year. Because that was what was real, and that was what mattered... so that's almost all of what I even remember, because most of my life never really happened.
"Put down your computers and do something real..."
The Tin Foil Hat Prophet
Just in case some of you really are having your kids read some of this because they are glued to computer screens all day long, or if maybe you have been like that yourself, here's a little more how I see it after about 40 years straight of it.
Like I said in a previous post... almost everything I've done in my life was not real. It only ever existed in a save file on a hard drive, and never mattered to anyone except me. And it only mattered too me in the moment, once it was over it didn't matter too me anymore either. Because it wasn't real, it doesn't matter. When I look back at the last 40 years now, I have very little to remember. Most of it were things I created or did in fake places, or things I created and did that were never published and nobody ever saw but me. It's all a blank, because it's all forgotten, because none of it ever mattered. The memory of my life is almost entirely Christmas, my birthday, my relatives birthdays... and back through that cycle again for the next year. Because that was what was real, and that was what mattered... so that's almost all of what I even remember, because most of my life never really happened.
"Put down your computers and do something real..."
The Tin Foil Hat Prophet