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That’s my old apartment on Ponce De Leon in the first panel, just like in The Day Pekar Died<\/em>. That’s the place I fought the crazy man; you can see the scar on my face in the punch panel, where my glasses sank into my cheek. That’s why you’re not supposed to hit a guy with glasses. I have a “disfiguring injury” to remember my assailant by, and the right side of my face droops slightly more than the left. That’s what I get for “foighting”.<\/p>\n

“Linger” played often in the shopping mall where I worked. OFTEN. Dolores O’Riordan’s vocal harmonies were airy and pretty, and the song was overall light and harmless. It wasn’t rigid and awful, like “Sail Away” and “Orinoco Flow” by the abysmal Enya, which were federally mandated to be played thrice an hour in places of meeting until 1997. Enya abused reverb so flagrantly on her voice, her music sounded like the droning hum of a jet engine in the cavernous shopping center.<\/p>\n