I absolutely loved my CD
to the soundtrack
of the first “Matrix” movie.
I lived with a crazy cat woman at the time.
When I blasted “Spy Break” by the propeller heads
as I tended to the two over-flowing litter boxes
belonging to our eleven cats
I felt like the king of cool:
a consummate bad ass of heroic proportions;
like a child playing with a light saber
to the swells of a John Williams sound track.
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