Mind Erasers
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chronosbandit A temporal fugitive…
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Meet Christopher Salvatore: A time traveling consciousness reliving the idealized days of his youth during the Eternal Fall of 1995. Saturday 9/23/1995. The Mind Erasers.

Mind Erasers

Mind Erasers "Odin!"

Mind Erasers "Odin!" Kevin's voice boomed across the crowded lounge. There was no place he didn't enjoy yelling out the names of ancient deities, so it shouldn't have surprised me to hear it here.

I didn't care; I was thrilled that my friends met me after work.

I didn't care; I was thrilled that my friends met me after work. Stan and Ralphie were discussing matters of great importance at our candle-lit table: Dark Elves, Spell Books, and experience points.

Tony rolled his eyes, "You'd never know these guys came here to hit on women."

Tony rolled his eyes, "You'd never know these guys came here to hit on women." "What did you get?" I asked. Kevin had returned with a round of layered drinks and bendy straws.

"These, my friends, are Mind Erasers."

"These, my friends, are Mind Erasers." "Do they work?" Stan asked, "I'd like to forget that I know any of you." We laughed.

"Are you still going on about the game?" Kevin asked when Ralphie persisted in discussing the virtues of the crossbow. "We are in public! Be normal!"

"You're the one yelling 'Odin' all night," I said.

"You're the one yelling 'Odin' all night," I said. "No idea what you are talking about," Kevin winked. "Hearing voices?"

"You're the one yelling 'Odin' all night," I said. "No idea what you are talking about," Kevin winked. "Hearing voices?" "Can we please drink these already?" Tony asked.

We lifted the straws to our mouths and drank down the unfortunate mixture.

We lifted the straws to our mouths and drank down the unfortunate mixture. It made for a pleasant sort of nausea.

We lifted the straws to our mouths and drank down the unfortunate mixture. It made for a pleasant sort of nausea. Not an experience I ever needed to have again.

We lifted the straws to our mouths and drank down the unfortunate mixture. It made for a pleasant sort of nausea. Not an experience I ever needed to have again. So, of course, we drank five more rounds of them.

The night was full of laughter and joyful camaraderie.

The night was full of laughter and joyful camaraderie. We talked about women,

The night was full of laughter and joyful camaraderie. We talked about women, and philosophy,

The night was full of laughter and joyful camaraderie. We talked about women, and philosophy, and games,

The night was full of laughter and joyful camaraderie. We talked about women, and philosophy, and games, and books,

The night was full of laughter and joyful camaraderie. We talked about women, and philosophy, and games, and books, and life.

It was a splendid evening--almost splendid enough to make me forget that I had already lived decades beyond this point.

It was a splendid evening--almost splendid enough to make me forget that I had already lived decades beyond this point. No amount of time travel could change that we were all on very different paths.

But whenever I did come back this far, I looked forward to this night of joyous laughter.

But whenever I did come back this far, I looked forward to this night of joyous laughter. Sometimes I relived it dozens of times, reveling in the intoxicated blur of youth--oblivious to the one unfortunate truth:

But whenever I did come back this far, I looked forward to this night of joyous laughter. Sometimes I relived it dozens of times, reveling in the intoxicated blur of youth--oblivious to the one unfortunate truth: Time makes strangers of us all.

Thanks for reading! The Eternal Fall of 1995 is an experimental writing project about acceptance, forgiveness, letting go, and the Self Restored.

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