Life For Sale

I was sorting out the garage today, going through some of the stuff that's been around for years and the things that just seem to collect, even though it's been just over a year in this house.

You see, I like money. Yet I don't seem to have enough of it. I have a lot of crap just laying around, and I'd like to get rid of it. This can mean only one thing: Garage Sale.

I've never done a Garage Sale before, so setting it up should be a wonder in itself. I'm giving myself about 3 weeks time to do it, as I still have tons of stuff to go through. There's toys, trinkets and assorted schwag that has to be sorted and tagged. If I'm gonna do this, I'm doing it right.

There are items that shouldn't be sold like that, so for a few select items I'm going to try e-Bay. I don't know much about it, but it seems simple, and worse case I can get my Brother to sell it for me. He sells tons of shit for ridiculous amounts of money on e-Bay all the time. I would probably give him a small commission, just because I'm a nice guy.

In that way I envy him sometimes. He was always the pack rat when we were younger, and he still is, to some extent. While I was spending my money on beer and cigarettes, he was buying CD's and toys, which he kept in mint condition and sells for stupid money now. Oh, to go back and save some of those items now! But who would have known that obscure hair metal band CD's would go for $50 US after fifteen years? If I would have known then what I know now, I wouldn't have used my Trixter CD as a coaster. For shame.

I hope it all goes well. If not, you'll probably be able to get the full police report online. Look under - Local Man calls Garage Sale patrons "Cheap Fuckers" -starts swinging bat. I'm not hoping to make millions, but I'm not going to have some 85 year old lady nickel and dime me about some placemats I got four years ago for Christmas.

Later.