There's a saying that we have a selective memory that is leads us to idolize some people if we felt really good about them and that we tend to only remember the worst of flashbacks with people we despise. I think it's a fact for me. Spoiler alert: this part is too emotional and comedy might get too dark for people who worn't traumatized as kids (yes it starts now). it's funny that I'm dedicating an entry for only 3 years of my childhood, most people would jump their whole childhood in one entry or else the audience will stop reading out of sheer boredom (unless the audience constructed of bored parents seeking to understand their children) however I provide you here with a Fucken Jumanji adventure! and considering that fact that you're all quarantined and bored, I'm doing a favor to society. This time I won't be the narrator, someone else will be.. a 70 year old Libyan man with white hair and Asian features (the Irony that I grew up to have As...
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