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Gooey

Posted on 09/19/2008 by Backpacking Dad

She was so gooey. I knew babies involved goo, and that you kind of signed on for that as soon as you scribbled on the dotted “unprotected sex” line at the bottom of the Doin’ It contract. And I’d seen plenty of movies in which someone, for the sake of their filmic “art”, had hosed…

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Rez Stories: Runaway

Posted on 09/18/2008 by Backpacking Dad

While we lived on the rez my father attended law school in Kingston, about an hour and a half away. He hated the rez and would usually stay in Kingston all week long and come home on the weekends. I got into trouble one day when I was eleven years old: I missed the bus…

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Dad’s Car

Posted on 09/17/2008 by Backpacking Dad

My car, which isn’t my car, really, since I don’t have a car but instead have a truck that I don’t have because I sold it but in my heart I’m still a truck driving guy and the car is my wife’s car but it’s the only vehicle we have now that we sold the…

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