Driving on nine

Today was moving day. The plan was to come home last night pack, then wake up early this morning and load the truck. I had a crash into a happy hour though, I went home and passed out on the couch at 8 pm. So much for packing.

Certain things trigger my white trash tendencies. Arriving at the U-HAUL facility, they pulled my truck around. It was a 21 foot moving vehicle circa 1970. I jumped up into the cab, immediately I notice inputs for a cb, a factory am radio and manual transmission. It felt like the cab of a semi.

A smile slowly krept upon my face.

I'm 28 years old and moved the majority of my belongings in trashbags. It somehow felt right.

On the plus side, I went to best buy to pick out a refrigerator. No more loser white refrigtors for me. I picked out pimp stainless steel one. You know, the one with side by side doors thats makes crushed ice. I've always wanted one of those. I think I have just perhaps upped my status in life.