Who'd have thought spending all night in a smoke-filled bowling alley in the 90s while my dad bowled the night away would lead my 12 year old self to some of the most outrageously violent displays every put in video game form.

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A preteen slumber party sits and waits for the fabled Playboy TV channel to become unscrambled only to discover something far more impactful.

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Along time ago, in the nineteen hundred and nineties, I took a trip downtown with my fellow teenage punk rockers to take in a "real" local punk show.

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