Baker. UHG.

I AM IN BAKER.
Dusty, tiny Baker City. My G-Dawg Grandpa is here in this town that is falling apart. That is the only good thing about Baker. He owns a store thats named after the family, Kennedy's East Side Grocery and its kind of like a 7 11 but smaller and not a chain store. Usually we get to work in the store but he is sick this weekend so we arent really. Today, in the back, there were giant heaps of empty beer and pop bottles and cans, and i had to sort through them and put them into their different boxes, and let me tell you, there are A LOT of different types of beer and pop, and with a mixture of beer, pop, and ciggarettes stuffed into empty beer cans, well that jut isnt the best smell. In fact, i was gagging and coughing most of the time and it just was not that great. I think i will smell like a mix of those three disgusting things for the next few days. Blech.