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Mar 26
snowday!

snowday!



Mar 23

Mar 12

My last 3 posts have been me complaining about my roommates

Make it 4, counting down the days.


Jan 26

I still have to talk to a few people, but currently my best option as far as a new roommate is still very emotionally and mentally unstable. 

God damnit.


Jan 15

If any past roommates ever said

"Man, I miss living with Evan. He kept the house mad clean."

Then I won.


Jan 6

Found out

My roommates are moving in with their girlfriends at the beginning of June.

God damnit, I liked this house.


Dec 19
kontractions:

Remember to listen to the people of the Richmond.  They have a lot to teach us.This is Larry Brown.  He’s been the sole employee at the most rundown laundromat in the Fan for longer than I’ve lived in this city.  He’s 70 years old and makes barely enough to live working there 7 days a week.  Sometimes he starts my clothes drying for me while I’m away, and I pay him the quarters I would have spent.He just recently had two strokes, and they have impaired his speech.  Tonight he told me about how hard it is to get thoughts out into words sometimes.  He tried though, and he did well.He’s holding a photograph of himself at 17 years old, when he had just joined the military.  He told me about fighting from a tank in Vietnam, where he served as a Sergeant.  He told me about losing his friends in battle, about taking the lives of others, about his Medal of Valor, how the years pass so quickly.  This was the last night I’ll see him before I move to Flagstaff.  I get the impression that he doesn’t expect to live much longer.  But his smile and laugh are still lighting up a little laundromat at the corner of Stafford and Main.

Talked to this dude a handful of times, nicest dude ever.

kontractions:

Remember to listen to the people of the Richmond.  They have a lot to teach us.

This is Larry Brown.  He’s been the sole employee at the most rundown laundromat in the Fan for longer than I’ve lived in this city.  He’s 70 years old and makes barely enough to live working there 7 days a week.  Sometimes he starts my clothes drying for me while I’m away, and I pay him the quarters I would have spent.

He just recently had two strokes, and they have impaired his speech.  Tonight he told me about how hard it is to get thoughts out into words sometimes.  He tried though, and he did well.

He’s holding a photograph of himself at 17 years old, when he had just joined the military.  He told me about fighting from a tank in Vietnam, where he served as a Sergeant.  He told me about losing his friends in battle, about taking the lives of others, about his Medal of Valor, how the years pass so quickly. 

This was the last night I’ll see him before I move to Flagstaff.  I get the impression that he doesn’t expect to live much longer.  But his smile and laugh are still lighting up a little laundromat at the corner of Stafford and Main.

Talked to this dude a handful of times, nicest dude ever.

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