Okay, let me tell you a story.
It’s mid to late 80’s and little ol’ me is lying on the cool, hardwood floor. The fan is blowing hot air and there’s no more morning cartoons. What’s left to watch were movie reruns like Foul Play or Young Frankenstein. Worse still, was that the TV decided to mock my brothers and I by giving us some snow. And so my brother had to give it a good thwack to set it straight. Basically, I wasn’t having a good day.
But something happened that day that changed me forever. While my brothers were busy adjusting the antenna to the perfect optimization for viewer watching pleasure, I was sifting through my mom’s coffee table. Now that I think of it, she might’ve had some slight hoarder tendencies.
Anyways, it was one of those coffee tables that had large drawers on either side. I don’t remember what she had packed in there, but that there was a lot of it.