Bonfire of the Manatees
Predator Press
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California -still stubbornly trying to kill us- finds us hopping from motel to motel in a relentless search of our own little space to throw elbows from. It's like getting strangled slowly and softly by deeply-tanned, diet pill-popping pastel tourniquets.
I’ve done this “urban survivalist” thing before, but I’ve never been so bold as to do it with a family in tow. As one person, you kind of have a “fix“ on things; with multiple people (and a cat) you get blindsided by curve balls like running out of toilet paper at 3am -and not having anyplace to get any.
Suffice to say once graced with more time and stability I’ll write in greater detail about these adventures.
But for now just take my word for it: never ever ever use the washcloths at a motel.
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Oh..and under no circumstances should you ever turn on a blacklight when you're in a hotel room. Trust me on this.
PS if you really are short of toilet paper, a cat makes an acceptable short term solution.
Its time.
Lots of muffins, juice, and cereal.