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My Front Porch 12

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My Front Porch 11

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My Front Porch 10

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My Front Porch 9

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My Front Porch 8

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My Front Porch 7

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My Front Porch 6

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My Front Porch 4

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My Front Porch 3

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My Front Porch 2

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My Front Porch

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Consistency is 4 Out of 5 Times

When I was small there was a farm next door to the house where I spent every other weekend, alternating holidays and one terrifying summer. That farm had aggressive geese, pigs, a large barn where a mishap on a rope swing landed me with a large sliver in my ass, and horses. I remember riding with the kids over there, always bareback because the tack was too much for us to wrestle at 7 years old. Read the rest of this entry

Who Hasn’t Lit Their Face on Fire?

 

 

When I was 15 I ran off to Hawaii. It was the farthest away I could get without a passport, which there was no way of attaining without parental consent. I had forged paper work saying I was emancipated after working extremely odd jobs (the kind reserved for people who were not legal members of the work force) until I had money for a ticket. No one can get emancipated in Washington at 15 but by the time anyone noticed I was no longer on the continent.

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