The Sad Story to Date
Somewhere between tough luck and good fortune I find myself here, stuck in a middle western town, with a vast supply of gumption and nowhere to spend it. But it is not all hopeless for our fearless hero, because there is a plan. A girl more like it, waiting for him in a better place. A better, bigger place. And if the idea of moving to Chicago seems like your own nightmare made reality, well let me just say that to each his own, because for me, it would be like being given a second lease on life. I won’t go into all the whys and wherefores of how I got into this pickle, suffice to say it was how anyone ever gets himeself into this position; for the love of a woman. You know the rest, the love has since gone dead and now you find yourself in a house you can’t sell in a town you treat like your drunk uncle, you love him, but he kinda creeps you out. And in the middle of all this horror comes a great beckon of light that says, jimmy, seriously, just sell all your shit and then you won’t need any money to move to Chicago because there will be nothing to move. Just you and your cats. Oh, I say. I guess that beats just burning my house down and just turning it into a neighborhood garden. Yes, you say to yourself. That sound much better than plan A. Who the hell approved plan A, seriously, am I not even present for my own chairman meetings? Ridiculous.
So the items I am listing are all for sale through Amazon, but I have to pay all these ridiculous fees so if you would like to help a poor boy sell all his personal possession to get to Chicago, then just email me what your interested in and we can make a deal. In the meantime, thank you for reading and come back, I am up at all odd hours of the day and I plan to constantly be posting items until there is nothing left to post. And then at that point I cash out the piggy jar and go running amok in the wilds of Illinois.
