My Precious Shit

Finally, I have removed the burden of my pile of shit from the good Mr. Franchak and family! The goods:

1. My trumpet! Sure, the thing's a piece of crap, but I haven't played since the spring (and not much even then), but with my vast quantity of free time, I may be able to regain some of my former aptitude.

2. My pool cue. Not the most expensive, but I really like it. Graphite, and much better than those cheap, overused craps at pool halls.

3. My copy of The Power Broker. I purchased this book some time back at Owen's semi-blind suggestion (he hadn't read the thing), but since I left it in Virginia, he's acquired a copy and read much of it, verifying his claims of its worthiness. Long book, though, so I hope I can agree.

4. Aprotim's hat. I borrowed it for the beast of a costume party (parties, really) that wound up a four-year life of drunken revelry and altogether mayhem. Didn't give it back - hell, didn't even try to give it back until the night before I was to embark on my 7,000 mile journey. Five months now, and as punishment for my laziness in May, I'll have to ship the motherfucker. Bye-bye, $5.

5. My graduation cap and gown. Utterly useless. Crappy. Don't know why I didn't just throw it out.

6. Tons of other books. Couldn't sell them, didn't want to throw them away. One I could have sold for $17 just months after paying over $100 for it - how can I not keep that? Hope they prove useful someday.

Yeah, I wrote this mostly because I felt a blog entry was in order. So, there's no reason to elaborate further.