Robbie keeps his rims around back. I know people are serious about rims, but even a architecture up and comer like me cant build anything good from them. Me and Dag and Midget prefer the mad junk nobody can comprehend how Robbies pops even knew how to fix. You ever seen a typewriter? Man, its nuts. Theres a saxophone back there too. Still gold but you cant make it play. Robbie says its missing a reed so Midge and me took it apart. The typewriter too. We spread all the whole alphabet across this weird table that has all these cranks and dials. You just know Robbie had to act smart about that too. He says its a lithographic press. Fat boy, what? Shut the hell up before you embarrass yourself.

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Truth is though Robbies crib educates better than school. Hes got a depth gauge from some kind a deep sea deal. Also a bridle that you put on a dang horse. Also a sundial so old its like from Jesus times. One of the baddest objects I found personally is a electrical meter. You have to unscrew about fifty screws and that takes dedication but then you get to see a million little gears and coils and technologies hid inside.

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Picking through all that junk is relaxing. It makes me recollect when I used to see Miss Poole the school psychiatrist every Tuesday before she gave up. Miss Poole was a real nice latina lady with interesting titties that started counseling my troubled ass after I tried to help pull out a kids loose tooth with the arts and crafts scissors. Miss Pooles main job was inventing stuff to calm down my itch. Breathing yoga style and counting ass backward and imagining a boat in a lake, all kinds a funny junk. Well, Miss Poole, this electrical meter does the trick. Messing with all the complicated parts makes me want to go get a job in science so I can hypothesize concepts and theories and experiments.

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When you play with this junk you imagine it being all bright and new like it used to be. Robbie cant fix nothing. Hes a grown ass adult and far as I know he dont have a single dang talent. He told me once hes not worried cuz hes got an aunt who won an internet contest for a house on a caribbean island but the aunts too sick to use it and said Robbie can have it since hes blood. Only Robbie cant claim it just yet because of tax reasons and government rules and this problem he calls red tape. Robbie says he has email proof and everything. I dont know. I havent seen it.

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