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vandolescence: chapter 3

Chapman GrubbFebruary 29, 2020

And the flashback begins. 19 years old and home from college after freshman year. A challenging freshman year to say the least. I had come home and worked as a raft guide for the first couple months of the summer. I had a decent amount of cash saved and wanted...

advancing slowly: chapter 2

Chapman GrubbFebruary 20, 2020

Author’s note: I am writing this on the fly. These stories have been told and retold over and over again. I have yet to decide which tense to write this in. My apologies if this goes around and around a little too much. Remember, this is a process. You all...

immaculate vanception: chapter 1

Chapman GrubbFebruary 13, 20203 comments

The scene: I’m pulling out of my childhood home in Seattle driving a 1981 air cooled, 4 speed manual Volkswagen Vanagon (named Grandma Chug) with 14-inch rims and an engine that pops and whirs in the rear compartment. A six-month-old Red Heeler (named Crag) curled up on top of too...