Of Moving & Loss.

Daytona Beach sucks really bad, so I'm moving to Bushnell, Florida. This is a very very small town where my Mom & Step Dad live. I also went to High School here. I don't like referring to it as my hometown, as I lived in Lakeland longer but whatev's, I'm avoiding the point. The point is I'm moving back in with my parents. Sick! Silver lining on the rain cloud: Moving to NYC in September.


Mountains of crap. These however are books, and not crap.


It's kind of hard figuring out what to take and what to toss. This is obviously a "take".


Surprisingly my Mom isn't a big Slick Rick fan. An unfortunate toss.


Toss it all.


My career is in those binders.


While this would look swell in my family's living room, I don't think it will make the cut.


The entire time I've lived here I've never used the pool. This town has ruined me.


Modest Mouse in Orlando ticket for sale.




The Johnny Cash poster was up for so long I took the tacks out and it stayed up.


My first camera is certainly a keeper.


A birthday card from the lovely Bee is a taker too.


Dang, I found a copy of the first Coda Skateboards catalog.


Found some paintings I did in 10th grade. So embarrassing. Immediately threw them out.


So bummed I can't take this to NY. I'm going to surprise my Mom and give it to her.


I have a friend whose alias is "The Boxcutter Bandit". Gangster.


Clothes I've had for like 4 years that don't fit anymore. Come over and go through them and come up on some clothes or I'm tossing them to Good Will.


In more hear breaking news, I can't take the cat. Someone who loves animals and doesn't eat them come take her.