Cheap Bastard Awards

I used to shake my head when my Father would cruise the streets on trash day and come home with electronics and appliances and fix them up. Our house was filled with old mix-match and repaired everything. He still uses his 1984 Betamax to record all of his Sci-Fi shows on his stolen cable so we can never watch tv when we visit.

I guess it's hereditary since I'm typing this while wearing a holy t-shirt that says "ORA 1998" and on a laptop who's screen is propped up with a broken drum stick.