Things are finally coming together. The sofa is out of my life. I only have about 3 more boxes to unpack. The house is clean, and artistic nudity has been reduced to a minimum. I don't drive or walk to the wrong house anymore. My car is just fine, and didn't break the piggy. The return to normalcy.
I saw these two guys walking down the street today. One guy was smoking a cigarette. The other was eating a string cheese. Actually stringing it, not just biting it. When was the last time you saw an adult, stringing their cheese in public? I loved it. Probably because I have strong feelings about stringing the cheese for maximum, salty flavor. I think biting is a cop out and I appreciate those bold enough to do the right thing.
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