So, things have changed a little bit. Face selfishly moved to Minneapolis, god knows why. I kind of slipped off, south to Juneau (Alaska's Capitol City!). But that's not really important. Oh, actually it's kind of the point.
I'm broke. Broke as a joke. Living in a city is bullshit as far as finding free stuff goes. There aren't any dumps. Picking through the trash is fruitless. I have to buy salmon (if you're from Alaska, you'll know how embarrassing this is...). I could go on like this. It's expensive as hell. The End.
But I'm nothing if not resourceful. But there's little scratch as the end of the month for essentials, like a constant stream of new clothes. I was barista-ing for awhile, so I keep finding bills ferreted away in old, unwashed (Me? Noooo...) pants. Today, I lucked out: $10, jammed in some skinny jeans that mysteriously turned into tourniquet jeans after a month of holiday. Curious.
I grew up going to thrift stores, but since I'd started dumpster diving, I pretty much stopped going altogether. But if you don't have an alternative, it's pretty sweet. Free entertainment, because you're in a museum of the near past, and it's for a good cause, and supports recycling. The cause is Fighting the Devil, I think. One stained men's blazer at a time.
I like to put on some really depressing music, and spend an hour or two looking though the shelves, thinking of ways to re-use stuff. It's time consuming, but I got nothing but time right now...