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Longtime readers of 8 Dollar Days will recall the portrait I drew of some of the townspeople where I live and their innocuous eccentricities. Well, to quote Hot Fuzz quoting Bad Boys II, this shit just got real. It’s starting to look less like Northern Exposure and more like Twin Peaks around here.
Sure, there’s Mr. [...]

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Vermin!

I used to have a roommate who had a flea fixation. He was certain that our apartment was overrun with the things. The weird part is that I never saw a single flea, honest to goodness. He swore that they infested his bed and sucked his blood at night. He was so tormented that he [...]

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Grocery store trainers simply must examine their bagging curriculum. There’s a widespread consensus that everything has to go into a bag, and the fewer items per bag, the better. Baggers in every store I go to insist on it, even for things that have handles, like milk jugs and six packs. For the love of [...]

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Local Color

Since I go to a university, I live in a university town. I think it’s generally the case that eccentric characters gravitate to university towns because of the freethinking atmosphere and high density of beer-soaked pool halls. My own town is no exception and in my four years here I’ve run across a number of [...]

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I think the main reason I rejected my own earlier judgment was that this episode needed to end. I couldn’t let the thieves continue to mock me by brandishing my property like a trophy of their iniquity.
In any event I resolved over a gyro with my wife that it would indeed end the next Saturday [...]

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About a year ago I noticed that a very fancy Target deck chair had disappeared from our front porch. Since we get a lot of pedestrian traffic in our neighborhood, often of the homeless variety, I wrote it off as the latest addition to the decor of the hobo kingdom in a nearby park. No [...]

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Confession

I have to get something off of my chest: I don’t really look anything like Carrot Top as I claimed in the first post, unless you count my having red hair, which I do (I prefer “ginger hair”). This story was just something that sprang to mind because my wife (bless her) was recounting a [...]

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