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Introduction	My car was a spaceship, an actual real life spaceship that disguised itself as an early nineties sedan to hide from bounty hunters. It had an intelligence. It understood me. Inside, I could think about things and reason things because all of my thoughts resonated and made sense. Then it broke down for the last time. That's life.

You've been invited to a fancy ball but the only thing you have to wear is an orange wooly jumper. What shoes do you wear?

Well if all I have to wear is an orange wooly jumper, I certainly don't have any shoes to my name.