so here i am, ready to go. my last night at the bakery and my last paycheck eminent. my first plane leaving in 3 days. all my documents in order, all my bags packed up, all my stuff in storage in jesse's parent's shed.
news flash
jesse's phone rings as we get our keys in the door and before i can crash in the living room he's saying that there's a fire at his parents house. he says that most of my worldly belongings are in fiery peril and i need to tell him what i need, so i choke on my "ummm..." for a few seconds and try to remember every thing that i had brought up there 2 days prior.
my art, i stammer. it's in the big black plastic box, i mean bag. and my box of files! i gesture wildly with my hands doing nothing to actually explain any of the forthcoming dimensions. in the end we agreed on: a box about the size of a manilla folder. then i paced around the living for a few seconds and thought as hard as i could, and asked for the big fancy toy robot too, but only if they have room and time. the one's that actually rare and worth something. that one was a bit conflicting. then jesse hangs up his phone and i'm resigned to these three items full of items.
i'm too passive and immaterialistic to care too much. besides, everything i need for a year is packed away here, and the most important things have been spread among important people.
damn you Vulcan.
i mean please watch over my stuff. i'm sure i could find a maiden you'd like.
a few minutes later i hear jesse's conversation with his dad take on a more uplifting tone. as soon as they're done i ask and he says that there's choppers and water tankers all over the thing and it should be fine. they grabbed all of their family stuff and as much of mine as they could hold and got out of there.
wave of relief.
the really weird thing is that as i was putting the stuff in the shed i was joking with jesse about fire in the shed in some fashion or another. i somehow fear that i brought the whole thing down on myself somehow.
p.s. this is not a story in case you might be wondering.
p.s.s. i promise not to make up anything that would be this disastrous, or at the very least say so at the beginning.
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holy crap!
that stories epic.
take a note, were making losing all your worldly possessions into a video game. not yours, but yours in the game. a truly educational video game.
dude it sucked so much! me and jesse had just come back from a cruise (listening to emo music) and i was totally broadsided by this whole thing! i haven't stammered like that in a while.
but i think that the game should include some of the collecting of all your worldly posessions, then losing them, then having to choose a limited number of them to get back before the game is over.
we can teach people how to tell which posessions are actually useful and which are expendable.
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