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welcome to another installment of "are you fucking kidding me? did that shit just happen?!!", by josh trumbo. so my dear friends, i have been through much and seen many, but what i'm about to tell you left me perplexed the least to say, and in a bit of a bind. so after my last post i decided to retreat to the shower and prep myself for a full night of drinking, and proving that us scots can drink more than you irish, in fact after you pass out, i'll finish your bottle, and your girl for you... rookies... anyway, i'm looking for my shoes, i'm always looking for my shoes... so i though that they had been thrown behind my new bedroom door. now the light in the room is off, but i can still see what appears to be a small 2-3 in strip of tape, and nearby several little balled up pieces as well. i go to move one of these balls, and it's not budging. i get a weird feeling like it's dog shit that dried to the carpet. so i get something else to touch it with, and this thing is solid, whatever the fuck it is. so now i look to the big piece i was just gonna pull up, and have second thoughts about what is going on, and my direct involvement in the situation. now i have to admit, i had already had several beers, and had smoked a little of the pot, and so i recommended to my soul to get a second opinion. well my neighbor comes over, at first he just looks at me like i made the decision to eat them, and in fact already had and not shared any.... then he bursts into laughter. and points at the carpet, thus signifying his support in what my eyes have seen. now, i know ken is a drinker too, so i feel as though i must get another opinion. i leave ken roaring in laughter as i walk out of the apartment and over to the managers place. now as i explain the situation to andrea, her face goes blank and somewhat bored, and rolls her eyes, cuts me off and says, " i told you that crazy bitch that lived there before you was a drug addict... wouldn't surprise me"....

well in all honesty, i knew that moving from nevada city back to yuba city was gonna be a step down in a quality of living. i mean i live in the ghetto. but in yuba city / marysville, the whole fucking place is a ghetto suburb of sacramento. sacramento was smart and made them build it nearly 50 miles north so they wouldn't have to look at it.... but finding mushrooms growing out of my carpet, and more than just a few, like half a dozen, ( bakers dozen, for you morgan.. ) does surprise me. in fact i'm still not sure if i'm dreaming all of this, and i'm actually passed out on my sofa in the living room, right in front of the window, with 1/2 the apartment complex standing outside my window. looking at me drool all over myself. funny i mention that, because as i'm talking to my manager, ken has been going to all the other tenants and doing all but charge an entry fee to see the majical mush"room"... sunday sunday sunday, and kids are still just five bux..... so yeah. welcome to my strange world. in the end, someone is going to have to prolly move due to the health risk involved, and like i said, i have moved 5 times this year already. if i have to move this week, it'll be pretty lame.... stay rad. i know i do. -josh