i need to get/give the full dose of blog therapy...it might get messy...as i went out to my truck last night to look for "whatever" i noticed a bunch of lights in the parking lot...they were multi colored and seemed to be sort of "official" looking...perhaps the local constabulary?...suddenly a voice rings out..."there is the pedophile"...all right! instant identification...some flavor of law...why would these third world, second rate, half assed cops subject me to constant harassment!...well it is part of the deal they have made...pay to play...i need to rewind to the way back machine...a couple of years ago when i would visit a local used goods shop i noticed a picture on the wall next to the cash register...it was priced at more than a thousand bucks but less than two thousand bucks...not to my taste but a very distinctive style...i was perusing a magazine called "western art" i think and saw a page of very similar art...i took the magazine and showed the woman behind the counter the magazine and left it with her and she contacted the folks in the magazine and sent them an image of the picture on the wall and they said it was the long lost companion or the pictures they had and they paid her $85 thousand bucks for the picture...good score!...fast forward to last year and as i was in the same used stuff store i saw a large box maybe 5 feet by five feet by two feet tall with hundreds of pairs of shoes and i saw a Nike shoe which i did not think much about but later i saw the match to it...i fished this pair of shoes out and sat down and tried one on...oldish looking in style but it occurred to me that these were unique shoes...(sometimes i remember things that have not happened yet and it came to me that these shoe were very very collectible)...i carried them a few yards away into the office and there were a couple of black women who were trying to sell two lamps with what they said were Tiffany glass shades...i sat the shoes next to the counter and asked the young woman behind the counter if she had ever seen any shoes like this...she said no she had not...i said neither had i...i left the shoes with her and i could hear the black ladies trying to buy the shoes but she insisted that those were my shoes...she apparently took my look as indicating that those shoes were valuable...and indeed they were! she sold them for (wait for it!) two million bucks!...now every time i went to this store this young woman would come out from the back of the office with an intense meditative look...it turns out that she was praying that i would bring her something like the $85 thousand dollar picture...and so it happened...whether or not she told the owner of the used stuff store that she had shoes which she sold for two million bucks i do not know...however every one of the half dozen women who worked the cash register quit and the story i heard (endless stories) was that they split the money from the shoe sell and celebrated like it was 1999...my cut was exactly zero! and these felonious females also enlisted the coalition of corrupted cops to protect them...which became a campaign of constant harassment for me...now any allusion to my being a person of philosophic bent went right out the window as i would dwell on what it might be like to have a couple of million bucks...i do not understand the mentality of a woman who would think that i could bring her two million bucks (i heard that those shoes eventually sold for 11 million bucks...or maybe i dreamed it) but did not think any karma attached to her actions, anyhow, i do believe in karma or the wheel of the law...cannot be escaped...this incident led me to believe that the only thing worth "collecting" is ideas...i heard that these newly rich girls bought sex and travel and generally invested the money in things that could not be traced...anyhow i heard several years ago that this business was owned by a mafiosi guy...i would not want to be hiding from a fellow who takes his money very seriously...anyhow i have seen some of the party girls and they have changed their look (but not their worldview)...yesterday i was told that the girl who sold the shoes was considered a "hero" because i was left out of the monetary gain of my find...i do not want to trade places with any of those folks...
"I also dreamed that i might gather the wild herbs, or carry evergreens to such villages as loved to be reminded of the woods, even to the city, by the hay cart loads. But I have since learned that trade curses everything it handles; and though you trade in messages from heaven, the whole curse of of trade attaches to the business" from Walden by H.D.Thoreau
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