My sister and mother are cleaning out their place. They have piles of stuff for you that you are expected to keep some of or find a new home for. Goes from them to my place, out to my kid or my friends or charities. And in turn, because people just can't accept a gift, shit comes back to you.
Kind of cool seeing stuff you remember from your childhood but some of this stuff came with us from California, to Illinois and onto two separate homes in Missouri without ever leaving the box. Why can you never just lose that shit along the way? Lord knows I didn't want it then and don't want it now.
Anyway, I scored my father's John Wayne VHS tapes. Didn't even have to fight any of my siblings for them.
Nobody wants those. Fine with me, some cold winter day I'm just going to binge watch me some cowboy, John Wayne. Yeah, I like that shit.
As I was leaving with a car load mom wanted to know when I was coming back for more. They haven't even got out of their basement. My plan is to go over after my siblings and the grandkids have been over several times before me. Yes guys, I'm letting you take that shit.
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