It is March 27, 1989. I have just transferred the two ingrates from Andromeda into the custody of an adventure game development studio on a small blue planet I found at the other end of a black hole. It is February 12, 2022. A liquor store in Pennsauken, New Jersey, that bears my name is offering a 24-case of Seagrams Escapes for $23.98 in celebration of a sporting event I will never comprehend.









