i wear my watch backward because I'm already old

When Arnie was thirteen, he ran away from his home in Alaska to join a traveling circus monkey band. In said band, Arnie learned the dangers of hardwood books and mind-expanding vinyl. Three blocks away from his house lived a little angel. She watched Arnie until he called her “nothing but a plastic floor show.” This upset her and she went back to the underground. When his hands were cold, he climbed on the train to steal their coal. Thus Arnie became the rust that skins the train today and it’s lynching undone.