Pawn @ MindSay

King of the moment but the moment's gone,

now you're right back as a Pawn. 

But even a Pawn can become a Queen, 

make a change and whip it clean. 

Few Pawns can ever earn a check,

fewer still make the eight square trek.

But the Master moves each peice in turn,

in the end the win to earn.

And a lucky Pawn protects the Knight,

while another will block a path of flight.

The King will die by the Rook,

but thats because a Pawn partook.

Thats why the Master cares for all,

from the mighty Queen to the Pawn so small.

 

Psalm 121

Well, after I bought that second knife a little voice popped into my mind and told me to sell my CDs. I really hate stiffing someone, especially an artist, and by paying for this in instalments I felt like I was stiffing him, so selling stuff gets it paid off faster. I had sold a batch before, all garbage, and made $35 on the deal. So I decided to go through my stuff and collect a bunch of CDs I rarely if ever listen to and sell them to the same store. I was hoping to make about $50 and then cover the last $25 I needed when I get paid on Friday.

So I did. It was like selling my college days, seriously. So many of these old punk CDs I'd bought in the Village, especially the crap I picked up at the little whole in the wall shops that no longer exist. We're talking about CDs, used, for under $1 here. I was sorry to say goodbye to some of them, I used to play them until I thought the CDs would melt, but I honestly just don't even listen to them anymore. The guy looking them over even commented that they hadn't been touched by human hands in a long time due to the amount of dust on some of them. But they were in mint condition.

However, I figured the $50 estimate was out when he called the store owner and told him he needed to come down here and see some of this stuff.

Apparently some of my CDs were not only out of print but rare. Some of the shit I dug up in the Village had sat in those bins so damn long that they made it through various reprintings and I somehow landed me the original first productions. Like The Stooges CD. And I had two Clash albums I'd never even taken out of the wrapper. Same goes for a Television CD. All first runs. He wanted the owner to come down and see this stuff because he didn't want to cut the wrappers. One of the Clash CDs brought me $25 alone. And the guy was going nuts seeing some of the bands I had in there. Crass, Subhumanz, Balzac, Left Over Crack, The Vibrators, Rise Against. Apparently these are bands that aren't fashionable enough in the south, but people are looking for them. And while you can dig that stuff up in the Village you can't dig it up anywhere down here. So the guy hasn't even given me the values yet before he starts calling customers to tell them this shit had come in and they needed to get down there.

The owner comes in and looks at the CDs, sees some of these older than dirt first productions, and says, "How the hell old are you?"

"27."

"Oh my God. How did you get your hands on this stuff? Did someone leave you their collection or something?"

"No. I dug through bargain bins in NY."

He had a good laugh about one that roped me $20 and I'd only paid 69 cents for it originally in a bargain bin in some shit hole in the Village. So I ended up telling him stories about the little shit holes up there, Generation Records, and the little place Phil took me to that was run by skinheads. That's where I got all that shit. And I honestly thought... hey. I was a bit weird growing up. I liked snagging shit no one had, wanted, or cared about. So when I went to sell them I figured they wouldn't be worth anything. Was I ever wrong!

I told him about some stuff I'd left home, explaining my CD collection had quickly struck the 4000 mark, possibly higher. I have CD wracks all over my bedroom. He wants to see some more. Some of it I can't part with. My Misfits CDs, Speed Crazy, the Ramones, T.S.O.L., Dead Kennedys, the old metal I listened to in high school. I just couldn't do it when I was weeding through. And I'll be honest, it still brought a tear to my eye to let go of the CDs I did bring him. Hell, that Vibrators album was the shit! LOL! Rise Against, The Clash, Crass... I loved those CDs! I just thought maybe it was time to wipe off the four inches of dust and let them make someone else happy now.

He didn't take everything. He took all the rare shit, I can tell you that. And I know he wants my Speed Crazy CDs, but he isn't getting them. He showed interest in a bunch of other punk CDs I have, but I have to think about it. I still like them too much. I guess he took about 60 CDs and I brought home $250 in cash. Which isn't bad for 60 CDs. He took 120 last time and I got $35 for them.

I had no idea how many punk CDs I had. LOL! Dude, I still have well over 1500 punk CDs. The rest are mostly metal, new age, and other weird shit.

But the $250 covered the $250 I spent on those two knives this weekend. I'm calling the second guy tomorrow to tell him I have the cash. I want to pay him off as soon as possible. The rest is going in my gun fund. So that's $175 towards my G21SF. I am so thrilled. I really thought $50 would be it and I was coming to terms with the fact that I may need to sell one of my guitars again. I was leaning towards my Fender bass. Well, fuck that. I don't play the guitar or the bass anymore, but they were my firsts and I love them like old friends. It hurt too much to sell that Jackson Kelly, I don't know if I can do it again. So this was perfect!

Well after Randy got home last night, we immeditaly loaded up the truck and went back to the city.

 

You see my boy got knocked down yesterday at recess and had his head smacked pretty good.  It was a total accident, the lil boy that did it was bawling harder then my son according to the Principal and even stopped by the house on his way home w/ his parents and told Coltin  sorry.  Anyway I don't play with head injuries, I don't care how minor they are; I have had my share of minor, mild, and severe concussions growing up (probably why I am so mean and crazy:P).  At work my side was a constant ach and went to a sharp twinge through out the day.

 

We went to Urgent Care (a cross between doctor's office/Er).  The doctor on call last night was our old doctor that kept telling me everything was in my head.  Stupid fuck!  He checked me out first and once he remembered who I was, he stated:  " Iam such an ass!  I am so sorry!  I am going to have to start believing my paitents more when they say something is wrong!"  Anyway he checked me out, was able to pull up last Friday's reports (in the same hospital system as my doctor on friday) and gave me a choice.  It is my gallbladder he thinks.  I could have gone in last night for a few scans, stayed over night and had my gallbladder out first thing this morning  OR I can live with the pain with a mild dose of darvest, call MY doctor today and set up all the scans and date to have my gallbladder out. 

 

Randy was livid when I come jaunting out of the back room because those that know me know what I picked!:D  Sure I will jsut call my doctor and set up everything!  Not with the doctor but with me!  He knows I will put off calling the regular doctor to set up everything because I HATE MEDICAL PROCEDURES AND HOSPITALS AND DOCTORS!  OH MY!  Now that I know it isn't my appendix I am really not so concerned about it!  I am good to go with Reiki, not eating fatty/greasy foods, and taking a darvest once in a great while (narcatocis don't help me much anyway-i have such a tolerance to meds and a high pain tolerance what is really the point in giving me anything). 

 

So when I deciede to get off my ass and call the doctor here in the next few days, I will probably be going to the hospital to have my gallbladder removed.  I am hoping it is done lazer like so I don't have to miss to much of work.  Randy is again upset because that means I will be driving his truck because I wouldn't be in the condition to drive mine which is a stick shift!:D  So in a round about way he is hoping they cut me open instead because he knows that will put me down longer then having lazer surgry and he can pawn me off on my sister or my friend T!

 

edit:  My boy is okay.  Just a goose egg bump, some brusing and a slight headache.  We are to just watch his behavor and yay he is okay.  Still an onery lil cuss!

I got this test from myclette, you may have to highlight some parts of this entry to read it. SORRY!

An Inner White Pawn You scored 2 Power-Finesse, 2 Leader-Follower, 4 Unique-Ordinary, and 4 Offense-Defense!

You like being on the winning team, and so you and your white chess piece brethren do what you can to help out your cause. Your role is more supportive of the big guys as they do the cool stuff, but at least you aren't just cannon fodder like the Outer Pawns. Those poor bastards. On the other hand, your superiors wouldn't mind hanging you out to dry if it means they'll gain some advantage. You tend to be a little more aggressive than your black team counterparts.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 18% on Power-Finesse You scored higher than 16% on Leader-Follower You scored higher than 70% on Unique-Ordinary You scored higher than 82% on Offense-Defense

Link: The What Chess Piece Are You Test written by Gundark27 on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test