ladolcevita

on a family vacation from my youth.. we parked the RV in a well-lit parking lot and headed down to the beach. nighttime.. upon return to the vehicle.. my older brother (9 at the time?) noticed a young man who apparently had gotten himself in the cab. my brother said, “hey grandma, there’s someone inside!!” My grandma thought he was such a kidder… the side door swung open almost taking out g-ma and the younng athelete took off followed shortly by my brother.. yelling every single profanity he had ever heard (that was soooo funny). my mom’s loser boyfriend at the time.. chased after him and “cornered him and held him as long as he could”.. yeah ok whatever. nothing was taken.. nothing but a little childhood innocence. maybe I’ll come visit you again VA beach.. be gentle.

what the hell is wrong with this place… You can’t take left turns, work or buy booze on sunday, and in dirty jerze you can’t pump your own gas because of the insurance reductions the stations get by having “petroleum technicians.” I think it might be hell. It is in New Jersey afterall… but IKEA is great!

go troilet go!

you rock.

feel free to ask me about RIT.