Believe me when I tell you this: the Fountain Of Youth is real. I don’t know whether it was real in Ponce de Leon’s time. Really, I don’t see how it could have been. See, it’s an outdoor spigot on the side of an abandoned building, in a fenced in alley. I don’t know who owns the building, or who fenced in the alley. All I know is this: a week ago I was a 52 year old, addicted to crack, and now I look about 19 and in perfect health. The problem is, the abandoned building has been condemned…
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