A guy down the street from me has been having a garage sale pretty much every weekend. I think he was probably charging too much before and has eased up a bit. He’s almost gotten rid of everything I usually see. I stopped in last weekend and he had a random assortment of old screwdrivers that said “free”. I got to chatting with him and mentioned that I’m trying to get a shop together so I can build toys (my sister was complaining about how everything is plastic for her kids). He was like “wait right there”. He ran into his garage and came out with armloads of tools and just said “there you go young man”. I’m not sure what made me feel better, the tools or that fact I was called “young man” at 36.

Bed frame. Nightstand. Plant. Painting. Then you’ll be on the hot train to sex o’clock my friend.

My neighbor was John jr. They called their first born John Jo. I felt bad for the both of them. It’s nepotism. It’s an attempt at diminishing individuality even if everyone has good intentions. All great people but that always bugged me.

It costs more to police it. It is profitable otherwise. No one genuinely cares. I haven’t smoked since college. It eventually gets boring. It’s a business. That’s it. Sorry there isn’t a mystical description for it. It’s money.

I keep buying cheap toaster ovens. I keep paying the price for it. At least I know my smoke alarms work

All of it.

Currently seeing a counselor in my mid 30s to deal with some long undiagnosed issues. Go to the doctor folks.