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Took my first shower of the trip this morning.  Charles called me gross for it, but I’m thinking

I’m on a road trip, and even were I not, this would of been about the time when I’d take one, gross or no,

so he can be Mr. Clean all he wants.  The shower tally is Charles 4, me 1. Had an odd experience though, using this shampoo for dry, coarse hair it says, which I don’t have, so I’m thinking

crap, my hair’s gonna be all strange, but then I’m thinking

the last person to use this shampoo was probably Charles’ great uncle’s wife,

who died near seven months ago.  He still has her voice as the voicemail.  Last night his uncle kept egging me to have a beer and I wouldn’t have it because I was still recooperating from New Orleans, but then we got some Mexican food and I had two margaritas, and when we got back to the house I asked for another beer.  He said to go to the fridge in the garage.  I did and saw this ginger beer which sounds interesting and sounds like its light on the old stomach.  I grab it hesitantly because I’m halfway worried this is the last ginger beer in the fridge, I’m making up this world where this beer is the only beer his wife would ever drink, one of her heavy quirks.  Walking toward the living room I crack the can lightly, worried if he notices I didn’t just pop a top.  All’s clear, I open a kitchen cabinet to find a cup, and the only mug available has her name on it.