I once rode in a truck driven by a Maltese double of myself. We used to think he was Sicilian, but we were wrong.
Anyway, we were in trying to find everybody. We thought they'd be up at the cave at Pirate's Cove, but that had been the last weekend.
Or a month before.
But, as it was, we were laughing too hard to keep our eyes open, and had to pull over on the steep downside of the small and broken street.
The Maltese and Irishman in the cab of that truck that late afternoon were about as little effected by pop culture as anybody could be. We were not connected to anything generally "pop", or, should we say, arts and entertainment generally regarded as popular. We were, accurately enough, connected to a bong maybe, a pack of cigarettes and sack of psilocybin also likely to be found in random pockets.
One thing, though, that we may not have ever considered "pop culture" but that an argument to the contrary could be made was a cornerstone of our existence at the time: we scheduled the evening's events around it.
I write of The Simpsons, something we considered literature at the very least.
I'm going to be writing about episodes of the show in this forum. That, and other memories and random experiences I've had that randomly connect to pop culture.
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