Ok, I don't know what it is, but every year, at this time, for as long as I can remember, I experience strange happenings. Here's a recent example (today):
I picked up an old magazine this morning, from 2002, and thumbed through it. I stopped, for some reason, when I came to a small interview with Nate Dogg. Now, I hardly even know who he is, but for some reason I read this bit. That interview was stuck in my head all day. Hours after reading about him, I find, when I go online, that Nate Dogg has died, at the age of 41.
And, by the way, even though I wasn't a fan of his, I'm sorry to hear about his passing.
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