Found: A Clean White Couch

What might this be? Is this an eviction or a house cleaning? The couch, it’s definitely ready to go. The clothes less so.

Looking closer, that would look good in my house. Oh where is a pick-up truck when you need one. If only I had Don’s cell phone number.

Then again, this will not last long and Don lives far, far away. The urban rats will cart off the couch, by hand if need be.

The clothes, I went through them by hand. Not much. Not like the sweet leather jacket I found once. That street find kept me warm, all the way to Peace Corps Russia.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Married, mortgaged, and soon to be a father, Wayan Vota is in the fast lane to mid-life respectability – until the day his brood finds his intimate journal of global traveling and curses him with the ever-eternal reply “I’m gonna be just like you, Dad!”

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