the muttered bit is, "I keep seeing these things out of the corner of my eye."
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December 27th: my dad walks in. I was 18 y.o. He said “our trash can’s blown over, the trash is all scattered across other people’s lawns”. So I put on a jacket and I forgot my gloves. We went outside. It was cold as fuck. He gave me a trashcan, pointed across the street. Our trash was everywhere. So we went at it like an easter egg hunt. Always more to be found. The wind started blowing every time I took my hands out of my fucking pockets. Shove ‘m back in again.
Bags from Kohl’s and Target. Different colored giftwrap + thousands of receipts. I walked from lawn to lawn, I skipped the ones with fences and I grabbed all I could. I waited on the sidewalk, for my dad I mean, but I couldn’t find him. He was nowhere to be seen.