You don’t belong here.
But not when its coming out of the mouth of my dad.
In that case, I have a job for you, could mean any number of things.
@carissaranee
My path to that last example started with a call from my dad over Memorial Day weekend.
Does mom know about this?
What do you mean does mom know about this?
But you mean you are making like an AirBNB of the thing?
Maybe you should hire a professional, or two, to fix it up?
I hated every bone in my body for doing it, but I agreed.
I believe the correct term is Native American burial ground.
The old owner told me its just from the old logging days in the 1890s.
Oh yeah, Im sure everyone buried in that ground died super non-horrifying deaths then.
Fine, Ill give you eighteen thousand to stay up here and help.
Fuck no, dad.
Look, hes the only guy who can work within my budget at short notice.
The fucker is willing to do the job for basically four dollars an-hour.
Goob was my cousin from down in Oregon.
Even if it meant my nightly lullaby might literally be the Creed song Lullaby.
