I can tell I’m not going to get caught up, it’s just slipping away. Oh well. But here’s some more flashback anyway.
9/13
We drive back to visit my brother and his family. While there he and I go to Wally World, there’s one everywhere you go. Sam Walton still wants your money. He’s dead, but old habits die hard. As we walk to the door I trip over the lip of the sidewalk and fall like a freaking tree.

Being cross-eyed screws up my depth perception. Normally I would never trip over something like that, but I just couldn’t see it. At least if I die from the resulting injuries they have it on tape. That would be about right, I always figured if I won the lottery it would be after I died.
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