I'm trying to regress into a rosy nostalgic state of reminiscence here, I'm sorry! It's always "Porc, did you remember to pick up Phero from school?" and "Porc, Jesus, you're taking the exit ramp at 80 mph"
By the same token, I think of you when I look at her. I'm in a constant twilight state of projection-fed dissatisfaction on account of my parents leaving me in a mall parking lot when I was 8 and booking it to a nudist commune in Vermont.
I only found the last bit out when they showed up on the cover of that Hoterlier record