Now that I’ve moved out, I can share this story publicly.
There I was, on the porch of my new second-story apartment, trying to heave all 8’3″ of my green couch through a very narrow entrance. My dad was on the other end, and together we were doing everything we could to defy geometry.
It was never going to fit. With a sigh, I plunked my head against the pea-soup green fabric. It was the end of the road for Green Behemoth and me.
In that moment, my mind traced the miles I’d brought GB, clear back to South Dakota…. Continue reading “The Green Behemoth”