I'm not much for useless shit - but this definitely t0ps the list of things that I want.
In an effort to purge the household of a majority of worldly possessions a garage sale was held. Some of Riverside's finest showed up. Such as:
Christine the cat.
This truck with the wind chimes, panther, and horse shoe has a little meaning behind it. The owner of this truck was very, very poor when he was little, having just about nothing. So when he got a little older, and built up a little networth of his own, he bought a car. He put those artifacts on the grill of his truck to show the world that he had something.
Then there's this woman. She openly admits to being broke as fuck. She loves to acquire random pieces of junk for her humble abode. She's squirrely, and if she doesn't have some type of drug addiction then I don't know who has one. Don't get me wrong - she's a genuine person - she just hasn't made good life decisions. Her later plans for the say were to go to the Soboba Indian Casino. I hope she hit it big...lord knows she needs it.
The little neighborhood boys objective for the week was to catch some of our chicks. They were successful after hours and hours of chasing those little suckers down.
