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The stuff, Day 39

This suitcase doesn't have much to tell. Bought it to go to England and Ireland back in 2011. My buddy Josh made it possible, otherwise I never would've gone. It sat for a while after that, full of old clothes.... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 38

I tend to hold on to magazines. Read, unread, half read, never gonna get read. This pile will be tossed today. It's especially hard because these are mostly New Orleans mags. I never want to stop learning about the place... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 37

Life interrupted again, as a trip to the ER with my son (allergic reaction to food) took me out of the purge mindset... More useless VHS tapes today. In my old footlocker. Should be plenty else there too...

The stuff, Day 36

This is the meaning of junk. Although, I am sure someone will beg to differ... Pieces of an old cool Volvo. I figured when I moved in to my fiancée's place, I'd sell them for beer money or a movie... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 35

Sometimes you realize just how silly the clutching of possessions can be. Here is the chainsaw from a giant Ash (Evil Dead) doll an ex gave me a loooong time ago. I gave the doll to my son a long... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 34

An easy one today, except for my continued inability to say goodbye to "useful" things. An old router and a DVD burner. Both work great. Neither is necessary. We have a new router. Better speed. We have DVD burners on... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 33

I used to be a drunk.  I drank over a woman. A redheaded woman. A lot. Wasted my mid 30s and my career. This flask helped. Not anymore.

The stuff, Day 32

Another part of single dudeism - movies. I used to have 400, 500 movies as recently as 2012. VHS, DVD, laserdiscs, you name it. I cut it down then, but still have way too many.  This is the first step... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 31

Sorry for the lack of content of late... Got busy with freelance, the kiddo, and life. Sportswriter. That's how I defined myself. Since 1992. These were all gifts as folks knew me as the guy who writes about sports. I... Continue Reading →

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