This is what I'm okay with my life story being:
He was born.
He grew up.
He said some things, and did some things. Because he thought some things.
Some guys liked them. Others didn't.
He drank a lot of beverages.
He owned plenty of stuff.
He met a bunch of guys.
He died of being pretty old.
Some guys were sad. Others weren't.
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