Monday, October 11, 2010

My monkeys, my memories.


I found this drawing today. It came in a box I've been dreading to open and go through. Whenever I open an old box, and believe me when I say I have many of those, there is always something I find that sends me, headfirst, down the elevator shaft of my memories. It's not good for a nostalgic sentimental stud like me. This drawing is a double whammy. It both sent me down the lane by being found and then when I read the text on the drawing, it did it again. I've hidden my phone so I won't call my dad and, with a quivering voice, thank him for giving me a toy in the eighties. I think he would not appreciate it. He's probably doing something very unsentimental at the moment. Reading a newspaper or sending an email. Maybe eating a piece of toast. You never know.

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