The HDTV.
The flower-patterned carpet.
The antique recliners.
Dad’s leather jacket.
Mom’s sunflowers.
The fire-scorched model of a lighthouse.
My boxcar racers.
A half-drank Pepsi.
The antique radio.
The new radio.
My sister’s copy of Radio on DVD.
The stove trays (but not the stove).
The dust bunnies in the unswept corners of the room.
My sister’s virginity.
My 8gig thumb drive (pornography collection).
My 16gig thumb drive (illegal copies of The Sims 2, The Sims 2: University, The Sims 2: Pets)
My 32gig thumb drive (pornography collection).
A light switch.
An outlet.
The ceiling fan.
The box fan.
The “#1 fan” megaphone from a Dodgers game.
The crumbs at the bottom of the cookie jar.
The lid to the cookie jar.
The Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition (from the upstairs bathroom).
The broken Super Nintendo controller.
The power adapter to the landline phone.
The SIM card from my mobile phone.
The battery from Mom’s phone.
Dad’s hubcaps.
Christmas.