Spent that night in the basement camped out under a ping-pong table with my dear mother. The next morning, the sun was out and the big oak tree that had anchored our front yard for decades was found in someone else's yard a block and a half over.
More than anything I was most upset at what happened to the Dairy Queen.
Not even 12 hours earlier we stopped there for Dilly Bars and suddenly it was a pile of splinters. Getting your neighborhood Dairy Queen leveled is one crappy way to kick off the summer.
It's only fitting that as I write this, thunder is crashing in the sky above Los Angeles for only the 3rd time in the 9 years I've lived here.
Good times.
It's only fitting that as I write this, thunder is crashing in the sky above Los Angeles for only the 3rd time in the 9 years I've lived here.
Good times.
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