angelikaJ
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ORIGINAL: bipolarber It could be worse. My worst Christmas: Denver Colorado, 1983. Major blizzard, I was out of work at the time, and living in a small run down house in the industrial part of Denver, about two blocks from the old Gates Rubber plant. I was rooming with a cousin, while I was searching for a new job. The snow literally buried the house. (we actually had to exit the house the next morning via an attic ventilation window) Because I'd been out of work, there was virtually nothing in the house to eat. (we ended up making a combo of linguini noodles, and BBQ sauce to get us through) The phone was out. The electricity was threatening to go at any moment, and we had to shut off the water, because one of the pipes burst at about 2:00 am. My family wasn't talking to me anyway, since I had recently "come out" to them as being both bi, and kinky. If you are thinking I'm going to add some kind of "happy ending" to this, I'm afraid it isn't going to happen. There was none. My cousin, whom I never really liked because of his ultra conservative politics, and I were snowed in for the better part of a week. We survived only because a neighbor allowed us to borrow a propane heater, and also gave us a box of spare canned food in exchange for digging out his door to the street, and his car. Yeah, 1983 was the shittiest year on record for me. So, what was your best christmas?
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