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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

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          • February 17, 2010 10:04 am
            GPOYW It was 1978. I was a circus strongman. I was dating Patti Smith and working the door at CBGB’s. I was rocking the red tights before American Apparel even existed. I could count to one thousand. I had three ways with the Statue of Liberty and the mechanical shark from Jaws. I drank chocolate milk by the truckload. Johnny Cash made up stories on the Tonight Show about how we were best buds. People in my running crew frequently pissed themselves. I invented the robot that invented Debbie Harry. 1978 was awesome. It was all downhill after that.

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            It was 1978. I was a circus strongman. I was dating Patti Smith and working the door at CBGB’s. I was rocking the red tights before American Apparel even existed. I could count to one thousand. I had three ways with the Statue of Liberty and the mechanical shark from Jaws. I drank chocolate milk by the truckload. Johnny Cash made up stories on the Tonight Show about how we were best buds. People in my running crew frequently pissed themselves. I invented the robot that invented Debbie Harry. 1978 was awesome. It was all downhill after that.

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