10/01/03

Goodbye Dear Dresser, Goodbye

I had to finally say goodbye to a dresser that I have had since high school today, my Mom bought it for me and I used it to store anything but clothes, the way I generally use any enclosed storage receptacle is to stuff things in it until it is full and then try to find somewhere else to stuff things in, I am an awful pac rat, I never really thought that until Chris Forshage said it. I guess he is right, I have a tendency to keep all kinds of random stupid things, If someone gave me something, I would think that there was some emotional significance to it and I would keep it forever, I think I still have gum wrappers from ex girlfriends floating around my enclosed receptacles somewhere. The funny thing is I donated my dresser to the Goodwill, where I happen to spend most of my money collecting things that people get rid of, I love the Goodwill, for me going there is like therapy, when I am home I try to eat at Arranda's mexican food and shop at the Goodwill every day, luckily I am not home very often, (even if I was I would eat at Arranda's everyday for lunch) because my house is not big enough for all the stuff I seem to want to buy. I hope my dresser finds a good home, if someone actually buys it and looks underneath one of the drawers it would give a brief history of its association with me (not as if there is any significance to the dresser being associated to me, but more for someone like myself, if I found a dresser at a Goodwill and it had a history of it's previous owner written on an obscure surface I would consider that some emotional significance and I would have to buy it and stuff it into a storage receptacle like my house).
After the separation anxiety wore off from the dresser, I hopped into the car to head to Atlanta home of Dancing Dave Wiley who used to run sound for Ian but quit to start a hot dog kiosk in a bingo parlor and now is writing a children's book, I hope to see him, for he is truly a great person, so Dave if you are out there, you rock harder than a porcelain thimble collection. Dave once bought me a thimble for every state we were in on a tour, I still have them in a storage receptacle.

We haven't quite made to Atlanta yet, we have stopped for the night in Evergreen Alabama, home of the Evergreen Inn, where Ian and I are having a competition over how many "strange hairs" we have found on our sheets upon inspection, I think he is winning.

C.D.