I never knew my dad untill i was 11 years old. I started to have a relationship with him and then he died months later of a cocane OD. Anyway the only thing he had ever given me was a video game chair. It was a badass chair.
Anyway.. one night i was downstairs and i hear my wooden chair literally slam from the center of my room to the wall. I flipped out. Called the police and they came up stairs. The chair was infact on the other side of my room.
Thats that..
Im on the 2nd floor no one can break in but something moved that chair. Kinda funny its the only thing my dad ever gave me.
Washington State - we have cougars and stuff around here, and my neighborhood (albiet the nicest in the area) is still pretty far back from everything else, so we have a bit of wilderness.
Edit:
At my younger sister's grade school they had to cancel recess one day because a cougar was out on the bigtoy of the playground
? Just random addition? Thought it was weird that one of the nicest was way the fuck back in the sticks, while everything closer to civilization and other decent places wasn't.
actually most places out here are nicer the farther away you get from the city/suburbs
bigger house, lots of land, of course driving a half hour to get a fucking pizza sucks but when i visit some of these houses the view is fucking incredible
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