Any time I’m in a foul mood and want to lash out at things, I think I should just tell some stupid story about my life instead. Here’s one.
It was 1972, so I would have been 13, and I went to see the movie Ben at the Carolina, or maybe it was the Terrace.
When Michael Jackson started singing the title track to Ben, I started to embarrassingly weep right there in the movie theater.
Something snapped, apparently.
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Ben, the two of us need look no more
We both found what we were looking for
With a friend to call my own
I’ll never be alone
And you my friend will see
You’ve got a friend in me
Fuenteovejuna did it 