And TONIGHT, the nail-studded moldings are kicked to the curb...

Inexplicably, for EIGHT-AND-A-HALF YEARS, these 2 moldings taller than me have gathered dust in a corner of a spare little room. Remnants of ANOTHER Dipshit who used to live here and couldn't fit his couch through the doorway without ripping the moldings down...a couch that I'm sitting on right now, actually...VERY comfy; it's one of his very few lasting benefits.

Tonight, I cracked each of these moldings in two with my foot, hammered the nails safely flat, put them in the trunk of the car and hurled them into the Pathmark dumpster before I went food shopping. Not a soul reading this will grasp the RELIEF it is to be rid of this GARBAGE. From my current perch, I'd always look up and see these lethal beams of wood. But no more! Just another of my daily steps to rid myself of ANY Dipshit-era lingering clutter. I want ZERO reminders of the existence of other humans in my apartment during the past decade. Christ, what a nightmare I wish I could rewrite....