Log opens in Richmond, Virginia. Chester to be exact. Sitting on floor in Paps room. There's nowhere to sit. The only chair is from our old couch set and is covered with rolled up posters, baseball caps, his old Japanese flag running jersey, and wool coat he picked up in Nashville last year. This is one of my favorite places to be. I feel like something lives in here. It's not me, not even dad exactly. It's a force. Whatever force we live by is preserved in this room. No other place looks or smells the same. In here, both of our personalities collide and a platform exists for us to stay together. I think that's how it's always been.
--5:25 pm - To Golden Corral and back to the apartment. We're about to go to some car dealership to look at this car. The car dad will replace the Mazda with when we come back from delivering/seeing Shelby.
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