There's enough space to rollerskate in the garage, like the goddess Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu. I must say that every time I throw out a few things because I fucking love Xanadu. But this time it's for reals.
To the layperson it may look like a lot of stuff. My good friend
Vivian, a Korean minimalist gasped when she saw what I still had left. Unlike the Chinese, Koreans are compulsive chuckers of things. They anti-hoard mainly because like to have new stuff. Chinese people like to keep their old, crappy stuff just like a Depression survivor. Another Korean friend takes clothes to
Beacon Closet's every week. But when we're about to go out she complains that she doesn't have anything to wear. Koreans-- you gotta love them.
I think I've done well. I feel as if I'm only carrying a few feathers whereas before I had a giant pile of rocks.
Remainders consist of:
- Boxes of 1-Up Zine, the video game zine I edit and publish. Keep punk rock publishing alive-- buy some for your local bookstore!
- Electric organ. I couldn't sell it. Maybe it was because the ex came over and played it once, and we had a nice time. Or I'm just not giving up the idea of having an Infinite Garage Band, even if I don't have a garage in my next place of residence.
- Trash pile.
- Donation pile.
More about the estate sale later. I haven't been updating because I've been busy freaking out about the sale, but I'm back before I start freaking out about the contractors. The sale however went swimmingly. It also did not lack drama. Someone got slapped. Someone got tossed out the front door and crashed with a great thud. Old friends and lovers came by. It felt a bizarro "This Is Your Life" amongst a crowd of people fighting over my things and memories.
So the Garage isn't over yet. How do you punctuate infinity? I'm still trying to find a way.
Waiting for Salvation to load it all up tomorrow.
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