Plastic Drawer One
It’s time to start moving furniture. I’d like to step into my room and see progress. So I’ll be dumping one drawer at a time from this plastic behemoth. You know, the kind of plastic drawers where freshman dorm kids keep their stash of Gushers.
You readers can only claim a handful of the these items. They’re marked with a *. Here’s what’s in the drawer:
- 50 Mexican pesos.
- A well-worn (read ‘holey’) golf glove, left hand.*
- A small stack of Delta Tau Fraternity business cards.
- A picture of me from a trip to Havasu in college.
- A hand written note from a good friend, written to an anonymous recipient informing them that they had dirtied his clean laundry, and should, “be a man and come fucking confess to me.” That person was me, and I did.
- A nonsensical drawing made by two friends during BIO 151 while I, almost certainly, slept.
- An eraser.*
- A divot fixing tool.*
- A receipt from a local used textbook store.
- A d-con wedge.*
- A stack of drinking-awareness sticky notes, one of which still contains a message from a fellow dormie.
Published on January 7, 2010
