Oh it wasn't anything special just some clothes and a sweet 20's style vintage peacoat, and some boots. Used to be toys now she is 12 she just wants clothes.
My best was one I gave. Stopped at Loves truck stop in Iowa yesterday. Had some dude who looked like a biker, just no bike. He was sleeping outside in the corner of the metal container they put ice in. He had body piercings gallore and a cute puppy on him. Couldn't help but feel for how bad it had to be for him to be in that state on Christmas. On my way back to vehicle I lighty kicked his foot (had a walikin cast-like brace of some kind), I hadn't noticed until kicking him. Scared the shit out of him, and me, when he awoke cause he was confused, slurred speech and trying to condition his eyes to the sun once he opened them. Told him Merry Christmas so he'd realize I meant no harm then handed him some money and told him to get something to eat for himself and his puppy. To see his appreciation reminded me of my favorite passage, "Whatsoever you do to the least of my brother..." Anyway, guy could never know how much me giving to him ended up being a gift for me.
From Shane's wife? Or from Shane of his wife? Dude sent me some nice crotch shots. I sure miss that crazy thing. She was a riot. Sooner babe, come back.
