it's_a_trap raze we brought his television to the dump. there was a whole crew of dead appliances waiting there for us. dozens of them. the island of misfit television sets, with a few small radios thrown in. his uncle drove the truck. we were meant to keep him from lifting anything. he's got heart problems. but he's one of those cheerfully stubborn men in their sixties who's going to do what he wants to do, fuck you very much. we were almost able to keep his hands from touching the tv. he didn't do much of the heavy lifting. all in all, a success. he gave us each a fist bump when we were done and drove away. we had lunch at ma's. ma's isn't the name of the place, but it's what we call it, because ma used to be there all the time. she used to wait on us. ma must be at least in her seventies by now, maybe older, but she was a better waitress than most people a third of her age. "you want the same?" she'd say whenever we came in. there was never any need for menus. she knew what we wanted. we ate at ma's without ma. i assume she's retired now. haven't seen her in there in a year or two now. when we were leaving, he noticed a little chalkboard outside of a place that was advertising beef stew for six dollars. "don't grow up," someone wrote on it with white chalk, in big block letters. "it's a trap." to the left they drew something that looked like a vine. to the right, something that looked like a fern. he took a picture of it with his phone. 151115 ... unhinged dont believe the marketing its a trap 151115 ... unhinged dont believe what you see its a trap 151115 what's it to you? who go blather from