I live on Central Ave. in downtown St. Pete. On Sunday mornings I like to take the dogs on long walks when I can. Central has plenty of thrift stores, antique shops, art galleries, coffee shops…plus a few halfway-houses, sketchy bodegas and dive bars. Today I turned left at the Taco Bus and we walked down an alley behind this little red bookstore. It’s dumpster was chock full of books and there was a nice chair next to the dumpster as well…for me? All of this for me?
As I dug into the dumpster and started shopping in earnest I thought about my new boyfriend on the facebook…like, would he be horrified that I was digging in the trash? Shaking ants off of stuff that looks like treasure to me? To somewhat clarify our relationship, I haven’t actually talked to him on the phone or met him, but he seems to be really articulate and knows ALL his words, plus he has almost 700 facebook friends! Wow, he must be great. I also know he has real vacation destinations like Palm Springs or Europe (way nicer than say Ft. Walton Beach)…so he’s fancy and whatnot. Hopefully he wouldn’t have a hissy fit if he saw his domestic partner (goddess?) knee deep in the garbage, hopefully.
I start pulling out books, books, books check ’em out! including:
Flowers for Algernon – Daniel Keyes (brand new!), Inventing the Abbotts – Sue Miller,The Snows of Kilimanjaro and The Old Man and the Sea – Hemingway, and the Complete Works of Rabelais…also Ivan Turgenev, Joseph Conrad, Tennyson, Richard Bachman, Wuthering Heights, Vanity Fair, Frank Miller, John Feinstein and Edith Wharton. I take my booty home (that’s treasure booty not booty booty) wipe some food stains off of a few books and Febreze my new chair, and I’m on the come up, my wealth is increased, I’m rich! Well maybe not rich, how about uniquely different? I hope my future ex husband in rural Alabama thinks so anyways…