All things that we lose have a way of coming back...
I was once abducted by aliens and dumped into a forest and landed on a pile of vinyls. Apparently, this was an unpleasant experience which altered me in many ways (I am still facing the side-effects). Fortunately, a mysterious funkyfiltered sound coming from a spinning wheel of steel along with a notorious illuminating box with black and white blinking symbols echoed in my ears and led me to see the true light. I now live happily and peacefully on top of a floating board, cutting and carving through the waves of the seawater under the summer sunset, worshipping mk2's. I am a good person. Ask my friends.
