Gun-totin', Chronic-smokin' Hearse Initiator (ludickid) wrote,
Gun-totin', Chronic-smokin' Hearse Initiator

Astonishing Moving Stories!

As you know if you're some kind of stalker, thaitea and I have to move out of our current apartment at the end of July. In aid of this, we're cleaning and packing early on so we can have a big moving sale sometime this month; it'll both make us a little extra jack for the move and get rid of a bunch of junk so we don't have to cart it from place to place.

Last night, we cleaned out our basement, getting rid of in the process a whole bunch of stuff (tattered clothes, expired medicine, six-year-old spices). One of the things we trashed was our old 27" TV set. There's something wrong with the picture tube, and I couldn't imagine anyone buying it after turning it on and seeing all the fucked-up white lines, so we just decided to leave it in the alley for anyone who wanted to pick it up. Astoundingly, it was still there this morning -- astounding because, this being Chicago, you can pretty much leave a 20-pound bag of shit in an alley and someone will come by and take it. Even more astoundingly, I almost killed myself getting the fucking thing down the stairs; either it weighed a lot more than I remember -- let's say about 500 pounds -- or age is catching up with me and I'm not the mighty mighty man I used to be.

Can it be? Is it possible I'm no longer the world's strongest asshole?
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