Bazaar

Two guys I know have been trying to sell off stuff before heading back to the US, where they live. Some of it they sold but a lot of it they didn't, so tonight they just gave us a whole load of stuff. I now have enough pens and notebooks to last the rest of the year, enough kleenex to last me a month or two, several new books to look through, and dozens of batteries and adapters and cords of all shapes, sizes, and descriptions. And that is just the normal stuff. We also have whole bags full of organic medicine and supplements and teas- stuff that I have never used and have no clue HOW to use. Maybe I'll magically become healthy and handsome and strong if I start using it. Only one way to find out!

Other items of note include a guitar microphone and a guitar humidifier. My friend who got rid of them didn't even know what they were- I had to tell him! There is a scary-looking but rather dull knife. I got one of those huge balance balls to do ab workouts. There is a pile of random clothing to dig through when I have the time. There is an eclectic mix of music, enough emergency supplies to outfit an ambulance, two camelbak water tanks but no backpack to hold them, and a whole bunch of well-used water bottles.

By far the most curious, however, is an unmarked handgun and 7 shells to go with it. The shells are game shells and though I haven't had a close look, I'm guessing they are 4-10 or something in the neighborhood. I mean really, who would want to put anything larger than a 4-10 cartridge in a handgun, especially one with no sights?

All told, I feel like somebody had a garage sale in my living room and left in the middle of it. It's kind of fun!