If I have any absurd, questionable Springsteen-related tics, it's the number 57. I love when the number comes up in my life in any way and I can't wait to be 57 years old because I'm convinced it's going to be my best year. Anyway, we just reached 57 members and I'm celebrating with Incident On 57th Street and 57 Channels and taking five seven second hits from my joint.
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I'm going to have a few stern words with myself for immediately thinking of 57 Channels instead of Incident upon reading this thread title. I like 57 Channels well enough, but to go straight to that bypassing the Universe's love letter to the number 57 which is Incident suggests some neurons are misfiring