Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?
Sleeping or waking? Mad or well-advised?
Known unto these, and to myself disguised!
I’ll say as they say and persevere so,
And in this mist at all adventures go
– (The Comedy of Errors, Act II, Scene 2)
I was nine years old. That morning I had chased my younger brother around the house to kick his ass. He had taken down a bunch of my model planes and he had been playing with them on his bed! Those World War Two airplanes practically gave me a boner because they were so curvy and sensuous to caress, unlike those modern airplanes that look like medical devices. I kept my model airplanes jealously high on my shelves. I don’t know how my retarded little brother could have reached them but he could have knocked down the whole…
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