I was living at my fathers again- and it was moving day. In my mind I could hear my stepmother bitching, and in my mind she is always in her shower, not the one she died in but in that condo in Pomona; that's always how I picture it.

My dad is trying to roust me, he has a good spot outside the garage and it's way early in the morning and so I ( Read more... )

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