However the struggle lives on as i learned to today when I was drawn back uptown like a moth to a flame. The first dumpster I saw had a messenger bag tantalizingly hanging on the outside. It was a clean, well-built specimen that the owner had obviously wanted to go to a good home. I took it as a good omen but passed it up and peered inside instead. It was almost empty but laden with good.
What I found was my third fan for the new apartment (the second oscillating one), a dartboard with 3 darts (that I want to trade to anyone interested), a hand mixer for baking and such (that I believe I 'll give to my hostesses at tonight's banquet on broadway), and this gun which I'm most excited about and will also be attending tonights banquet:
Only one foam dart is missing. I also got these:
And inside a shoebox labeled "Eurpoe Scraps" I found these french coins. They were buried beneath countless ticket stubs and museum passes that obivously represented a long and storied trip abroad to numerous European countries but that never quite made it to the fabled scrapbook that was planned for their preservation. Bummer, I have a shoebox like that myslef back in my folks home. The coins apparently were purchased for 6 Euro and depict various kings of France. Cool, I guess I'm a coin collector again now:
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