As a child, I used to think getting stuff out of people's curbside trash was awesome.
I still do.
At least half the furniture in my house is from the side of some road.
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In which I attempt to commit every blogging sin: writing incessantly about local trivia, sex, religion, and boring personal memories; giving unsolicited advice; offending all who read through crass assumptions. The works.
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