So there's this local restaurant chain called Box Seats. And it's your average sports-themed family restaurant, right? But I like it anyway and I go there sometimes.
You all remember 2004. Like, the September/October part. I was at Box Seats one night with my two crazy sisters and I decided to swipe the menu as a souvenir.
I'm so glad I did.
Days later, he gets it. Crossing over. Cuz of like telling the future and stuff. No wait, that guy just talks to the dead. But I'm onto something, I think. Thanks for the TJ plug from earlier, by the way.
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