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dan in real life (12/14/07)

(wrote this a while back, never posted it. circumstances have changed considerably since i think, but crazy is still crazy)

He's always rearranging. He has 2 houses here that he rents out, 2 houses on the island and now he lives in her house. They're all full of crap. Once Hans had a container filled with meat in the back of his fridge that he forgot about for many, many weeks. He emptied the meat, washed it out and it still smelled like rancid meat, so he threw it away. In the dumpster. The next day, it was in his kitchen cabinet with his landlord's name scrawled across the top in permanent marker, still smelling of course.

Another story. Hans put an opened, half empy box of oreos on the counter in his kitchen one night with a note on the whiteboard, "Oreos for all". WHen he came downstairs the next morning, the packaging was gone and each seperate Oreo had been inexplicably plastic wrapped and placed in the counter.

He has a piece of property out in the middle of nowhere that has rows and rows of storage bins filled with crap. The quality of the stuff he keeps is unquestionably awful: old bath towels, toothbrushes, hundreds of used light bulbs.
Apparently, he used to be normal and his wife divorced him 20 years ago, and his coping mechanism was to box up every single thing he owned. He's been saving everything ever since. Any furniture on the side of the road will get picked up, regardless of condition.

Now he lives with her. He's moved as many bins of stuff as possible into her small house, and she is helping him go through it all and throw things away that he doesn't need. (all of it)
He's got huge problems. Flooding in both of the basements of his rental houses as well as a huge oil leak in one. and yet, you'll find him moving 12 thermos' from the basement hallway to stacked in the rafters above the staircase. hundreds of ancient hotel shampoos and lotions will be placed in the bottom shelf of the pantry, recovered from when you threw them out two days ago.

She's normal. Well adjusted. Interesting. Kind. Patient. Her husband died 5 years ago. She's a doctor but was recently was forced into an early retirement because she was diagnosed with MS.

And now she lives with, sleeps with and probably loves him. I think she might be nuts for doing it, but who among us hasn't reached beyond the sensible for the smallest bit of sweetness, appreciation.

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