Here is a bearded oyster from Muses. Been carrying it around since the day I found it. It's dusty. That made me chuckle. Sophomoric humor. Some may say it's bad if ne to chuck it, not schuck. Bye.
Broken old baseball card holders. "I can use them someday," I've said a million times about a million things. See ya.
This book... Was given to the staff at the last newspaper I worked at. It's the same old b.s. packaged again and sold as innovative. The solution ended up being layoffs, of which I was one. Sinking ships are interesting.... Continue Reading →
I have a lot of cups. Most are old. This one... From Mardi Gras 2010, is among the young. I looked at it just now and thought just one thing... "Get outta my dreams..." Which made me feel old as... Continue Reading →
A "Kum & Go" plastic coffee mug. I first stumbled upon a Kum & Go when driving cross country with Adriana. Years later, the store was mythical in stories. Not much Googling at that point. Then, as with much of... Continue Reading →
Sitting at the bar, minding my own business as usual, trouble finds me. I don’t know if it’s the looks I give or the clothes I’m wearing, but something seems to happen. Watching a football game, cheering for one side... Continue Reading →
Purged via Craigslist today... the already mentioned suitcase, a cat carrier, 60s side chair, small Weber grill, small cooler, Wagner power roller, and a 2 1/4 ton hydraulic floor jack. One family came and took it all after just 15... Continue Reading →
Good lord. Two empty bottles of Shiner Bock. The former drink of choice and depression. And a Mardi Gras string of Saints themed footballs. The stuff. It can own ya. It can consume ya. It can drag you down. And... Continue Reading →
A pair of Mardi Gras glasses and a Busch Gardens lanyard. Why do I keep so much stuff? Or, why did I? Gone now.
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