A few days ago I was raking some plant debris off the
embankment behind my house, when I forgot where the other end of the rake was
and broke a pane of glass in my kitchen window. That’s pure Laurel and Hardy, right?
What I find interesting is this: Some years ago I was in the
habit of watching a Japanese horror short every night, and creepy things
started happening in my house. Now that I’ve changed to Laurel and Hardy I’m
breaking windows with the top end of a rake. Who says life doesn’t mirror art?
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