this morning #1246.

this morning, one man’s trash is indeed another man’s treasure. check it out. a slightly-used set of encyclopedias. left for dead on the curb. all volumes still intact. JACK. POT. i pictured myself curled up in my comfy chair, a fire crackling behind me, cat in my lap, perhaps a pipe pursed between my lips as i flip through the letter “A.” oh, all the knowledge i’m going to gain! adirondacks! aerospace! apples! then i snapped out of my dream & reality smacked me on the back of the head. how the hell am i going to get the set home? i am but one man with but two arms. two legs. no vehicle to speak of. i stuffed A, J/K, P & WXYZ into my bag. this would have to be enough new knowledge for now.