:love: welcome

edit.

Almost hit a little person at a crosswalk yesterday. Genuinely just couldn’t see them.

Later I was at a concert and there was an obnoxious woman talking loudly behind me, and when I turned around to size her up I saw she was a little person of color and I turned back around and decided to just be quiet.

Imagine that, two encounters with little citizens in one day.

:love:

Cassettes. Those were the days. They were labour intensive, but so much fun.

8-Tracks were a mess. Every time I hear Zeppelin's You Shook Me, or I Can't Quit You Baby I wait for the track to change and start a few seconds back of the middle of the song for overlap.

I can imagine. I've never actually played an 8-track. My grandparents had some. I don't think my father had one when I was born.