Box Of Old Shit

My Grandmother stopped over today with her new boyfriend. It’s been a year since my Grandfather died, so there’s a certain amount of weirdness that goes on with meeting the new beau of your Grandma after getting used to a lifetime of the same old man that she was attached to for as long as you can remember. But there have been things discovered since his death…ones that completely shatter your opinion of someone…and there’s the general wackiness of my Grandmother added on. What this all means is that a simply visit from your Grandma from Arizona is weirder than it should have to be.
The new dude was perhaps the most normal thing about it all; an 80 year old guy from the same part of the state as she hails from. There’s some weird synchronicity stuff about it all, but nonetheless, he seems like a good fellow that straightens out the neurotic behavior of my Grandmother.
I’m getting a lot of my old shit back from my parents in preparation for their move. Stuff I haven’t seen for years. There’s the obligatory Star Wars books and then there’s the inexplicable television show books…Happy Days, James At 15, the fucking Man From Atlantis…things that I never even got around reading because watching the shows themselves was so much easier.
There was also an autobiography of Ken “The Snake” Stabler from when I used to like the Oakland Raiders. Then Al Davis moved them to L.A. where they sucked and I haven’t thought about them since…even when they moved back to Oakland. I’m seriously thinking about revisiting that book, a symbolic gesture to a time that’s about to evaporate.
There was also a box of VHS video tapes. And in between the (again) videos of Star Wars, episodes of X Files and shitty Twin Peaks copies was an unmarked tape. I fired up the barely used VCR and discovered an old Christy Canyon porn.
I’m seriously thinking about revisiting that one too.