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Leaving Santa Cruz...

I don’t know how many of you have ever gone through your parents’ things after they’ve died, but let me tell you: it is illuminating, horrifying and depressing.

If you plan on being a parent, or are already one, please remember to start chucking the freaky stuff before you get too senile. I’m serious. None of your children wants to:
- Stumble across charming nudie pictures
- Scream in horror at the Hustler-esque ones
- discover (in the same box) melted candles and nipple clamps
- porn
- a giant, old brown dildo

After we gouged our eyes out and disinfected our hands, we spent the day creating bags of trash and bags for the Goodwill. TA’s eldest brother and sister-in-law were there, and we actually got a lot accomplished.

In the afternoon, the barflies that gather in the carport startled trickling upstairs asking for things.

Drunk lady #1: “Um, a few weeks ago, I gave your dad a stuffed animal monkey, and I’m wondering if I could have it back?”

A few moments later…

Drunk lady #2: “Yeah, Um, I heard you gave Kirsten a stuffed animal. Can I have one too?”

During both of these transactions, the Drunk Ladies were crying and weepy, and OH MY GOD it was so pathetic and sad.

And we will probably see them again tonight. At cocktail hour! Better than tv.

8:28 a.m. - 2006-08-17



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