Friends help you move
Real friends help you move bodies
My friends all have fucked-up backs
So yesterday was spent emptying out the storage unit. By myself.
Three trips with the truck, which took from 11:30 am until 6:00 pm.
My back is in agony, Cate’s room is crammed with boxes and impossible to navigate, and there is a ton of stuff to go through.
This week I’m off to Santa Cruz. Never been there despite living in California for many years. Am looking forward to seeing the ocean again.
Hell I’m looking forward to seeing anything again after wrestling boxes and boxes and yet more heavy-ass boxes plus two huge pieces of furniture into and back out of the truck. After all…
I’m just a girl.
If this story has touched your heart please send a new heating pad and all of your vicodin to:
Locusta C. Black
Reno, NV 89509
See ya Friday