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Well, I should have never opened that box in the basement. Nothing horror like as my earlier post suggests. Just weird. I’ll get to that in later. Right now, let me give you a little story about meeting people out of a movie – it’ll sort of tie in later.

I think that “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas” is a great movie. What an amazing pilgrimage showing a weekend of going to Las Vegas and consuming LOTS of medications and other such. Regardless of what some might think of such movies, this movie does not glamorize pharmaceutical use or those who partake in such. What is glorious about any of those hotel rooms they consume in their madness? It doesn’t seem glorious to be paranoid frightening people everywhere you go? Too honest, no glamor there at all.

As Duke says of Dr. Gonzo:

There he goes -- one of God's own prototypes --
a high powered mutant of some kind
never even considered for mass production.
Too weird to live and too rare to die.

So yeah, they’re great in a movie. Hilarious in a movie. ‘What did he just do!! He didn’t!’ in a movie.

But then there was the day we were outside of the Target and we saw Duke and Dr. Gonzo – or at least modern interpretations of them. There’s a line of cars in the parking lot with the leading car waiting to turn left out of the lot. This is taking awhile. Perhaps a little too long.

A guy leans out of his car (Duke) and starts screaming – “Lets get going! What’s the holdup here!!! We’ve got to get GOING!” The other guy (Gonzo) throws his door open and stumbles out of the car. Gonzo’s got a wife beater on with full stomach showing just like his movie self. Can’t see what Duke is wearing.

Gonzo starts weaving his way up the line of cars muttering something. Car waiting to turn left misses a chance to go. “Goddamnit! We got to get going man!!! What’s wrong with those fuckers?” Duke screams. Gonzo’s still mumbling to himself and stumbling up the line of cars.

Duke dry-heaves out of car window and then screams something incomprehensible. Other cars leave the line to find another exit of the lot. The car causing the holdup is still waiting to turn left. They miss another chance to go. We’re thinking of not going into Target just right now. We’d have to pass them on the way in.

Duke screams.

Gonzo totters on.

Gonzo’s almost to the car and the situation seems ugly. Duke lays on horn as he screams to Gonzo to get them to move. He’s clearly got to get going. 

No new pictures (yet), I’ll just let you enjoy the original findings. But I did go through yet another box and found more teeth. I going to assume they are my wisdom teeth, not sure how they ended up in 2 separate boxes – one set in a jar and the other still in gauze. I’m starting to get a little scared of these boxes – what could the next possibly contain?

Almost make for a good horror story – we should never have opened the box in the downstairs closet. What were we thinking! We thought it fun. After having opened the 3 original boxes of ‘Brian’s Stuff’ we naively approached the remaining boxes downstairs with aplomb. ‘Oh what will we find now to put on the silly blog!’ Funny those boxes. Hilarious the malodorous boxes the cat hissed at as we brought them down from that dull, dark closet. Amusing how the closet returned to its normal off white once the boxes were out of it. Never noticed that before. If only we had the sense to see the warning of teeth in the other boxes…

I may never go downstairs again! The fool still jests, but once I open those boxes…

I’ve had this couple of boxes in the bottom of the closet for some time now. My mother saved the stuff in these boxes for me for many years and finally gave these to me a year or so ago. Today I finally looked through the boxes. What treasure was found!

The boxes:

Picture 1 of treasure:
1 – Pro Wrestling Nintendo Game – don’t have a Nintendo anymore though.

2 – Collection of rocks on fishing line. Very nice.

3 – Zippo lighter collector’s guide – exciting shots of classic Zippo’s inside.

4 – Detective’s notepad.

5 – Broken watch. Unusable.

6 – Ice cream style eraser. Hard as a rock.

7 – The Card?

8 – Wire…

9 – Box of rock hard erasers and dice.

Picture 2 – the pacifier was not in the box:
1 – A Swatch. Cool.
2 – Teeth in a jar. Yes teeth, from the mouth. I assume they are mine.
3 – A mirror.
4 – Eraser with brush. Unusable.
5 – Empty Zippo box. I got excited for a second thinking I’d found a Zippo.
6 – Someone’s glasses. Not mine.
7 – Camel cash. Wonder if it’s still good?
8 – Gobot.
9 – Cigar case. What’s inside?!?! A pen with refills.
10 – Cover of box for the Gift Unusual for Amigos, The Gracious Hostess, The Sportsman, The Shut-Ins.
11 – Very uncool sunglasses.
12 – Old address labels I will never be able to use unless I want returned mail returned to the wrong address. There were about 100 of these.
13 – Aerosmith CD.
14 – Quote about Pueblo being the trashiest place around and coupon for Scotch audio cassettes – expired in 1993.
Picture 3:
1 – Razor sharpener. OK…
2 – Bag for cat litter bags. No actual cat litter bags in the package. Huh?
3 – Receipt from 1997 for UFO ornament. I remember that, it was pretty cool.
4 – Broken watch. Not cool.

Picture 4:
1 – 3 facial tissues.
2 – Frogger box with Star Wars Empire Stikes Back back. Full of pencils.
3 – Single shoelace. Why just one shoelace?
4 – 5 Garfield bookmarks, 1 Jesus bookmark, 1 Hans Solo bookmark.

Firstly though, Zelma smiled today when I played the banjo. So it isn’t just the fiddle that she likes. I’m sure some may hear my latest on the upcoming 2007 Christmas album. We usually practice for about an hour and record. Very professional.

Some may know I play the banjo. The banjo apparently is the butt of many jokes, it gets no respect. I think it must be that people are jealous they can’t play such an angelic sounding instrument.