Together we drove across the country in a minivan loaded to the ceiling with all our worldly possesions. Sleeping bags. A tin of caramel popcorn. Two dozen pairs of shoes. A photo of a deer. 23 cans of Coors Light.
Our objectives are simple: to operate the best damn toy store in California. To keep our beards neatly trimmed. And never be surprised to wake up naked.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Beans, Beans, they make you poop. Now scoop it up fucker. Don't do that again.
(Sign pinned on Peter's bedroom door throughout childhood)
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