These days, as you may have surmised, Guy and I are propping each other up from the mud Forrest and Bubba Gump style. The question is never whether, but just what we're going to do with ourselves on any given day. Especially if there aren't any good flea markets or estate sales to go to. Old movies and long walks. Lots and lots of youtube. Guy wallows in his Tammy Wynette obsession, and I like watching him try not to cry when we watch this. We have a few old ladies whose lawns we mow for a few bucks here and there. They like me, which is nice, and I like them. I feel like our lives are not so dissimilar.
We write stories sometimes, Guy and I, and read them to each other. Guy is a horrible writer, and he makes me feel better about my own efforts. Guy loves adjectives. Sometimes we will write stories together, trading off sentences. I will introduce a horse, and Guy will describe the horse. Guy enjoys details.
We traded my accordion for this. I don't know how I was talked into it, but there is this Chinese girl who works at the grocery store who I am always trying to talk to. That might have had something to do with it. So we try to learn Mandarin Chinese together as well, off and on as we have the energy for it. Maybe one day we will sell enough stuff to go to China. Maybe we will just sell enough so we can drink beer that doesn't give me headaches.
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