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Interesting story.

Years ago I got a fifty-cent piece that I decided to carry around for as long as I could. I etched my initials on the front, too, with a little pocket knife. I ended up having to spend it after a few years, though. I forget exactly what I paid for, which is kinda sad, but it was gone.

Anyway, I got it back today as change when I bought gas. I didn't notice at first, of course, I just thought it was odd to get one from a gas station. I noticed my initals on the front when I was finger rolling it just a couple hours ago.

Also, on an entirely unrelated note, I'm moving out again as soon as I can after this new job picks up. There are few things more disturbing than going upstairs to grab some food but instead seeing your mom being groped. Then, it's equally bad to hear your step-dad ask if he really is getting a blowjob for putting together a new file cabinet...then getting an affirmative.

I don't really want to see or hear about my friends getting laid, much less my parents. I keep (well, kept would be more correct , I suppose ) it quiet and private; I'd expect the same courtesy,