2007-08-01

My mom and my grandpa Paul and I took a break from packing my stuff to enjoy some taco and middle fingers.

Grandpa Paul offered to help me move to LA. He was over-qualified in many ways: He loaded big trucks for years, he worked in the moving business for a long time, he knows how to drive a 'bobtail.' But, there's more! He's funny, he's considerate, and the filthy things that come out of his mouth are lewd enough to make a pirate's cheeks burn red. He says 'fuck' more than any person that's ever said 'fuck' in the history of ever.

Most important, though, he loves me very much.

It's not often one gets the chance to go on a roadtrip with their 67-year-old grandfather down the California coast. I felt like I was being offered a magical opportunity�a once in a lifetime kind of adventure.

I can't wait for it to begin!


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