So, it just sat there, used but strenuously avoided, until 1991, when I replaced it with a New York Giants laundry bin.
But, I was too afraid to get rid of it, secretly assuming that if I did, Kiss would return in spirit form, with twice the bloodlust. And, for most of the 80s, I could not name a single song by them. Neither of my parents were fans of the band. I honestly have no idea how it got there. I could not see the star power or the science fiction or the glam. In fact, I generally tried to avert my gaze from it. Really, it was just an aluminum cylinder into which I tossed my dirty clothes, but which I never touched. I guess it was not technically a hamper because it had no lid. For about a decade - between 19 - a Kiss hamper sat in the corner of my childhood bedroom.
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