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This afternoon Mom turned on a show she'd thought I'd find interesting; it was about a murder that happened quite close to my house growing up. I found it extremely interesting to watch now that I'm more grown up and have a better understanding of reality (this happened when I was five or six). Thankfully for me it was a case where other people weren't in danger and it was so intriguing to our city that it got a lot of news coverage--I couldn't get enough of it. At that point I was in the phase of wanting to be a police officer or detective, and I wanted to have a crack at it.


In other news: Dad read an article on the plane about Tyra Banks in which issues of her weight were raised. They've reported her size as being 5'10" and 160lbs--the same exact size as my dad himself. This means he has a new nickname: Tyra.
'F*ck, if she's fat then what am I?'

note: in order to preserve his masculinity I would like to make it clear that my dad was not reading people, he read it in a newspaper.