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after the beep. I’m heading down to Atlantic City. I’m meeting up with Mom and Dad and my sister and her live-in boyfriend. I should get me one of those. At any rate, I’m leaving a sink full of dirty dishes, a houseguest that has no pre-determined departure date and a pile of dog shit on the kitchen floor. Something has occurred to me recently. Perhaps rather than look for a new place to live, I should empty out this (dog) shit hole and start fresh.