That picture of you on the glass reminded me of when we went up in the St. Louis Arch. You leaned over and rested your chest on a sloped carpeted incline and looked out of a small window. Man, it got to me for a few seconds, but then I just looked straight out and then GRADUALLY down to the ground and was OK.


If you’re not Paranoid, You’re
not paying attention

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