I was wandering around the room a bit on Sunday when I passed by a table on which the dealer had a quart bag full o' stuff. "Ten bucks," he said. I don't know whether he was that sick of looking at this stuff or whether he was returning a favor for a deal I'd given him earlier in the day, but it didn't matter to me: I'm like a crack whore when someone dangles a dime bag in front of me like that. I didn't even know what was inside the bag - I bought it.
(Pause: no, I don't do drugs and I never have. That was an analogy.)
Of course, I'm not the only one at the show that's like that. After I'd taken out of it all the things I wanted, I sold what was left of the bag - for ten bucks. To another crack whore like me.
(Pause: that's another analogy. Don't take me so seriously!)
Anyway, one of the items that I found appeared to check "donor Writefine" off of my list . .
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