[This is the second installment in a four-part story by the members of Kasper Hauser. The auction for this object, with story by James Reichmuth, has ended. Original price: $1.00. Final price: $10.50. Significant Objects will donate the proceeds of this auction to Girls Write Now.]
One thing I won’t need if I open my own zoo is a lot of crap holding me back. Or sentimental/highly-valuable things:
This is a ’60s-era Mexican “Madero-type” of my dad, Dale Carpy; if you’re looking at this, you know what it is and how rare to have the original knots in excellent condition.
The photographer really captured Dale about to spring. Trust me, this wasn’t him just relaxing and smoking a joint. He was coiled up like a cat.
We probably drank 100,000 margaritas off of this tray, Joanie and I. I loved ‘em so much that she called me the “slushen-pumpy.”
Dad and Joanie getting a boat together, I admit it, really got me from my blind side.
Tommow: Part Three: Toy Bronco.