A cluttered room leads to a cluttered life and that is the reason I am doing some monstrous cleaning. I emptied my desk and gave it to the Salvation Army. (You can see a little of the desk in the photos on the right) My dad re-furbished my closet with shelves and 3 rods so I have more room for my Gap clearance clothes. Going through the mounds and mounds of papers that I found in my closet and desk I have come to one conclusion: I was one hell of a strange kid. Why did I save every Weekly World News and Nat’l Enquirer newspaper that had something to do with Elvis Lives? Why do I have sheets and sheets of photocopies of Yul Brynner and Charles Bronson? WHY? WHY??!?!?!? What kills me is it’s the same picture of Yul Brynner, but on certain copies I colored in his eyes: blue, green, purple… There are a lot of different pictures of Charles Bronson, they are cut out of the TV guide and then photocopied over and over. Death Wish 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. (Back then my favorite movie of his was Twinky. I soooooo wanted to be Susan George!)
The crazy thing is: I still can’t throw the junk out! I packaged everything in a little box, waiting to remind me in another 10 years that I was an absolute weirdo in my youth.