I tossed this on my last day at my retail job. Dasani water bottle with name tag would be the title in art gallery. I took that minimum wage job to stay afloat. Thought I'd be there a couple months,... Continue Reading →
There was a time my house was full of crappy shelf units. For all my crap. This... Is the last one left. Well, it was. I curb alerted it on NextDoor and Craigslist, and it's gone. Actually took nearly three... Continue Reading →
Ugh. I miss New Orleans. These are from my last Mardi Gras, 2010. Don't feel the need to keep 'em.
New Year, new attempt at ridding myself of things, junk, possessions that own me instead of the other way. I got 93 days in my last attempt. Here's hoping for 365 this time around. First up is a CD. "EBP"... Continue Reading →
This one is one of the toughest. I fucking love(d) these shoes. Adidas Samba II (Jade)... They walked me through the best, and worst, parts of my life. I got drunk a lot in these shoes. I traveled a lot... Continue Reading →
I tend to hold on to everything. Clothes for too long. This undershirt, for example... Frayed edges on collar. Holes in it. Shrunk to point if belly portruding... And, now that I am going to be going to a "realworld"... Continue Reading →
The computer stared blankly back at me. I wondered for a moment if it saw the bags under my eyes. If it could smell my arm pits after I hadn’t showered in three days. Did it care that my teeth... Continue Reading →
A baby from a king cake. Kept as a memory. Of New Orleans, I'm guessing. A memory that faded to nothing. See ya.
Waaaaaay too long since an update here. Only excuse I have is job search. I am hopeful. Seven interviews for five jobs in last few weeks, including one today. Anyways, this charger for my laptop gets tossed today. My son... Continue Reading →
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