Upon listening to a mashup which included an Elvis Presley song called “Crying in the Chapel”, I suddenly was reminded of little ampules filled with powders and a little instrument with which to extract tiny little bits of these powders in order to mix them up. It then dawned on me that I had been listening to that exact song one Christmas Day in the morning, during a time when I was I big Elvis fan, and for Christmas had gotten an Elvis tape and a chemistry set. And sitting there listening to that tape, I was brewing together hydrochlorid acid, because I had read in the manual that it was the most dangerous of experiments I could try. Isn’t it funny how little things like that stick with you for ages, but you can’t remember more than two names of the people you attended school with over the course of a whole goddamn year?