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The back door of my house fell off this morning. Literally. I was woken up by my brother screaming out "It fell OFF" really loudly. It was so surreal I nearly took it for dream and headed back to sleep, until I heard him walk back downstairs. What got me out of bed was the thought of him leaving the house with the back door lying outside on the concrete. I pulled myself out of bed to see what was what. We've been having problems with that door for a while, but dad's yet to fit it entirely and neither mom nor dad have felt it necessary to call a professional (I guess it's an ego thing for dad; I don't know). Luckily lil' bro was waiting for mom to come back and give him a drop to school, so he didn't just leave the door as is. We got it back so it, at least, looks like it's sturdy, but if someone taps it or slams another door in the house or even sneezes loudly I think it'll be ovah.

There are white people in my neighborhood! It's really amazing. It's always odd to see them riding my bus down on the occasion. That's noteworthy only because my brother and I both commented on it a few days ago. I guess housing is so pricey nowadays that people are beginning to branch out more and more.

Hee! Oldest younger brother just woke up. This is a snippet of our conversation.

Bro: -snort, cough- [pause] Did something happen to the back door?
Me: -annoyed grunt- Yeah, fuckwad. IT FELL OFF.
Bro: Oh, I didn't know! I thought it was a dream.
Me: Yeah, I thought it was a dream too. But at least I got up to see what the hell was going on.

( Mom's playing Matlock )