In Chicago
I’m in Chicago. It’s not that bad.
We’ve been cleaning a basement for two days. Originally, I offered help with yardwork, but my mom felt she needed more help with this. It’s kind of fun rummaging through old boxes of junk and coming up with random memories and stories. This afternoon, my mom found my bright purple boom box I had in sixth grade. The dial was still tuned to the top 40 station that I used to listen to. I looked at it and thought that this was the radio that I was listening to when I first heard the likes of Mr. Roboto and Girls Just Wanna’ Have Fun. *sigh*
I miss you Mr. X.
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