everything must go

You know in Fight Club where the short guy looks around his empty apartment and all the Ikea furniture pops into existence until his pad is filled, plush, and dope? That's sortof like what's going on with me, except in reverse. I look around my loft and everything has a little imaginary price tag on it.

"Hey, I bet I can get $50 for that lens on ebay. Ooh, and I could hock my real fake red leather recliner for at least $300."

I even considered hocking my medium format camera. Hard times, man.

It's amazing how cheaply one can exist in this town and still have a good time. I'm lucky to have such generous friends.

God DAMN I have good taste in women.

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