There I was all proud that I was in the top 15 hits on Google for tintinus. Turns out it's spelled tinnitus. Poor spelling is another side effect of exposure to loud noises, really.
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I made 28 cents an hour on the biggest musical project I've done to date. Those riches are long since gone, but the tinnitus lives on.
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