I think of my thoughts as tumbling lottery balls rattling around in my mind.
What brings one fact into focus from the blur of so many bits of data churning in my brain?
Just now, for some reason that the ghost of Freud refuses to tell me, Charles Napier came to mind.
In what way?
And I've never been married.
I mean, marriage is tough because you have to deal with feelings ... and lawyers.
And immediately following that thought, the early life of Frank Frazetta came to mind.
Why do you think that happened?
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