Okay, not really. But I was trying to write some prose. Something romantic about checking out this hot chick's eyes in the parking lot, looking deep up in them and seeing the moon reflected...only, I didn't know what I'd see. If I looked out today, I'd see this. But what if it happened in the past? Like I was stuck, say, in 1985 and was trying to get, you know...back to the future. The Farmer's Almanac only helps so much. I needed something better. The Navy.

I guess I could also do some math. But then what do you do with your answer?

Anyway, now my masterpiece can be completed!

EXERPT :

I checked out this hot chick's eyes in the parking lot. I looked deep up in them. She was wasted, so I grabbed her face with both my hands, made like I was going to put a heavy smooching all over her. I propped her eyes open with my thumb. I saw the moon. It was a thin sliver, the last quarter, waning away, just like our love, and my bank account, all because it was November, 5, 1985, where I was stuck. It was just like like how my tongue felt when it was stuck down her throat as we lip-wrestled; Sure it felt great now, but I knew, very soon, I would have to get back.