My Scrapbook started hanging out with Lou Ferrigno on an on again off again basis back in the 80's. Becoming more and more antisocial, eventually we lost touch when I was called a poptard in a heated but genuinely emotional phone conversation centered around the crash of 87. Anyways a few years ago my Scrapbook turns up out of the blue talking about reconciliation and how "you don't know what you've got til its gone". The rest my friends is history.
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