I'll be in LA moving what's left of my crap out of my dad's place, the house I was raised in. He's moving out of there after thirty years of residence there and into a house he is in the process of buying. No more 809 N. La Jolla Avenue, and then I'll return to my regular scheduled program. Crazy. Even crazier are some of the memories that I'm
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