I've realized its impossible to write when someone is sitting inches from you not so slyly reading over your shoulder. Especially when that someone is your father who is recounting a story of a boy you that had a fart machine that he would activate any time someone walked by his house on the boardwalk at newport beach.
And on that note, I will bring this blog entry to a close.
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