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it's 2oclock in the morning on election night.i am driving over to the east end projects with my mother in a blue minivan. my nana is having  another nervous breakdown. she's already called 911 twice about a rattle snake in her kitchen closet . we get there to find a peanutbutter-and-jelly sandwich cut into three uneven peices it's wrapped in clear plastic, set aside for a nonexistent maintenance man who fell out of the bathroom window   while painting it. we learn her very living daughter has died in a motor vehicle accident while in transit to see her husband, my grandfather- who died when i was in second grade. she explains to me how she shut the closet door in such a fashion as to make the enclosed space entirely    airtight. she won't let us open the door. she laments the ****** of the snake by her deeds. the conversation turns to the positioning of furniture. we spend an hour and a half there.i check the results on my phone i don't think i can go to thanksgiving anymore. a few neighborhoods away,my girlfriend is crying my nana        explains various recent births in the family that are untrue and biologically impossible. most of the stories involve people   supposedly    next door.or in the basement she talks about Elizabeth who doesn't exist. we go home after she finishes her peach yogurt i spend ten minutes outside my house , zigzagging around the block. i catch my first snorlax who is my favorite pokemon. it is a foolishly low cp
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Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 4:14 PM UTC
when i remember the time a man on the subway judged me like a father (also: pokegofuckyourself)
it's 2oclock in the morning on election night.i am driving over to the east end projects with my mother in a blue minivan. my nana is having  another nervous breakdown. she's already called 911 twice about a rattle snake in her kitchen closet . we get there to find a peanutbutter-and-jelly sandwich cut into three uneven peices it's wrapped in clear plastic, set aside for a nonexistent maintenance man who fell out of the bathroom window   while painting it. we learn her very living daughter has died in a motor vehicle accident while in transit to see her husband, my grandfather- who died when i was in second grade. she explains to me how she shut the closet door in such a fashion as to make the enclosed space entirely    airtight. she won't let us open the door. she laments the ****** of the snake by her deeds. the conversation turns to the positioning of furniture. we spend an hour and a half there.i check the results on my phone i don't think i can go to thanksgiving anymore. a few neighborhoods away,my girlfriend is crying my nana        explains various recent births in the family that are untrue and biologically impossible. most of the stories involve people   supposedly    next door.or in the basement she talks about Elizabeth who doesn't exist. we go home after she finishes her peach yogurt i spend ten minutes outside my house , zigzagging around the block. i catch my first snorlax who is my favorite pokemon. it is a foolishly low cp
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33/M/American
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 4:14 PM UTC
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