Dad and I are thrifting in the country. An array of debris spread across a hillside. Finished with the lower level we begin to climb upwards past a corrugated metal house and I point at it and tell him that's where Keigan lives. The next structure is a large, free-standing wooden cabinet and that's where Willie Nelson from Nepenthe lives. It doesn't look like there is enough room to fit a chair in there so I guess she must sleep standing up.

We get to the area with the goods and suddenly we're back inside. I can tell that Dad wants to go soon but I'm excited about all of the outlandish stuff they have in there and ask him for five minutes. I look at a table full of carved African statuettes. A black woman next to me admires the one that I've picked up and I tell her that she can have it. She's there with her husband - mustachioed with a ball cap.

I start to scan the book cases and find a copy of Nostrilia. The last twenty pages have been mutilated but I'll get it any way. I look for the quote:

"Dog-derived girls who smelled of sex all the time."