- Yellow crocs (again).
- Any book on my shelf.
- My car before I can move to a city with stellar public transportation.
- My right arm in a shark attack even though I know sharks are amazing creatures but there’s this one bitch that has a taste for blood and he’s out the there the one day I want to learn how to surf — that bitch.
- My passport at the airport.
- The manuscript of anything I’ve ever written.
- My joie de vivre.
- My shit while in public.
- My shit while alone.
- My shit in general.
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