Moved In

[When you're heaving a handtruck for the seventy-seventh time from your rented Dodge Caliber (a fine vehicle, and American, too!), said handtruck affixed (for reasons not that interesting) with a Falcon Video sticker and laden with plastic garbage bags filled with dirty laundry, up the seamiest, Tenderloiniest block of Larkin Street...]

[When one of the garbage bags, whose small holes threaten to split open and dump your laundry all over the fragrant sidewalk as glassy-eyed derelicts look on...]

[When that garbage bag rolls off the handtruck and you lunge zigwise to grab it, hoping the handtruck doesn't roll zagwise into the rush-hour traffic...]

[When the glassiest-eyed one of all says, "Yo' bag..." and almost bestirs himself from his repose leaning against a city trashcan to help...]

[...and all you feel is relief, that's when you know your move is almost over.]

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