Crap - 22(365)
It’s moving time once again. The 16th dwelling of my short shenanigan-filled life. On this sidewalk I sit with the ragtag swath of various crap I have accumulated over the years. This move is time to start anew, and reboot the accumulation of crap once again. This time the crap should be of the slightly less crap filled variety. Perhaps Crate and Barrelesque crap. We’ll see, I still think Crate’s crap will stink just the same as the rest of the crap that surrounds me. I’m going to miss this street and all the crap I’ve done here.
Crap... gotta go pack some more crap.