There is nothing poetic about what I have to say, really there is nothing. I work 70 to 80 hour a week. Thats about enough for now. I have enough to keep my mind running and my stomach in knots for weeks. I own very little of anything that has any worth, mostly over used hand-me-downs and curb side specials. I just aquired a piano that is 100 years old it’s in decent condition and sounds amazing! Right now it’s sitting in my boyfriend garage with a stray dog we found. I named her Daisy. My couch and chair I bought for a dollar at an estate sale they are a matching set of the 70’s -80’s orange and brown floral pattern. They go with the rusty cream cans I use as end tables and the coffee table I pulled from a dumpster a few years ago. My truck is affectionatly known a Mater. Because, well they could be cousins; orange and rusty. A 1974 chevy scottsdale, 4 speed truck. This is me. All; previously used, loved and passed on.
