Almost painful...almost

I am working with a guy named Kamal. I can't shake thinking about Kamala the Ugandan Giant every time I hear his name. I hope someone, besides me, remembers him from the old WWF days. Thankfully I gave up watching all of that years and years ago. Yet, when I was young and impressionable, I spent many a Saturday afternoon in front of the TV taking it all in. Obviously all of this is buried deep in my psyche because it pops up at odd times and reminds me how much time I wasted on this.

Another example of how youth is wasted on the young and, also, how far I've come. Or maybe not.

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