"well you must tell me baby,how does your head feel under something like that, your new leopard skin pill-box hat"I'm going to try to sell some of my autographed sports memoribilia to a new baseball card shop that opened up around the corner a few weeks ago. I stopped in on Saturday and showed him a few 8x10s and he asked if I could come back during the week (no coin, I guess). Having sold the lions share of my collection, he was impressed with the shitty crumbs I couldn't sell to bigger dealers. All in your perspective it seems, he dosn't have anything in that store, how is he going to pay the rent selling wax packs? Autographs consisted of a couple of Ryan Howard sigs on PAPER! Know wonder he's impressed with O.J. Simpson. Good friggin' luck selling that one in Narberth.
Super Tuesday. My diatribe on that later...
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Yeah, well, Nothing can make you feel more worthless than being jobless for the first time in 36 years. My pain is not deeper, just fresh and new- I can not decide if I wear it well or if I really am the Cover Girl for forlorn self pitty. At ant rate if only I had seen it coming , going postal or PPA may have been the more kindlier way out for me. It's not that I don't enjoy the wallowing and all- I just want to be above the banter of the Nation. Instead I find myself joining in, excremated from the bowels of my shyness and on a raod I am unfamiliar with, but if you ask me ( and no I don't give a damn if you didn't) no one knows until you have walked a mile in my Bandolinos. Love you, Vic!
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