OLD STUFF
I went to my parents’ house the other day to look through all my old stuff, pack some of it away, and throw a lot of it out. This included golf aids (I never play gold anymore), old books and comic books that no one was going to read, old posters, CD’s, and, of course, clothes. Obviously after years and years they weren’t going to fit me anymore. My mother scolded me and told me that I should have been giving them to the poor, but these clothes were old and getting holes in them. Anyone that tried them on was going to tear the sleeve out or rip the knees. These clothes had aged to a point where they were of so poor of quality that I wouldn’t even have given them to a homeless child. Instead, I’d have given them a 20 dollar bill and told him to go buy a new t-shirt instead. Anyway, my parents are moving out to the suburbs and wanted to go through everything at the house I grew up in one last time and make sure that everything I wanted I took with me since they were going to have throw out everything else anyway. I told them they should have thrown it all out anyway. If I had wanted most of the stuff with me, I would have taken it when I moved out. What am I going to do with 15-year-old golf aids anyway?