Paint Chips

On many occasions in my life, I've been on the receiving end of this question: "Did you eat paint chips as a kid?"

I think it's because I think differently than some and inquire about what others ignore. I'd liken my thought process to a Peter Griffin television tangent.

So, here are my paint chips: the pointless ponderings and useless observations that keep me counting sheep at night.

Thanks for checking in.
— Anthony Trimpe

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Tue Sep 9

Sometimes you’re so famished and hurried that peanut butter crackers and thin sleeves of cashews won’t do the trick. I’ve joked around about having a pizza vending machine for years just for such an occasion. It’s no joke.

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