Fine! So be it. It was then that I vowed to get it done on my own and well. Sure I could have moved to my parents' house well over a year and some ago, but I needed to prove something. I wasn't about to show my kids that I was weak and wasn't capable of getting things done on my own. The odds were pretty stacked up against me... The house was going to go into foreclosure because the mortgage AND taxes hadn't been paid in yonks! The electric was about to get shut off because... Well, that wasn't getting paid either... The oil tank was low, the cable was about to be shut off and thus the phone, the garbage collection had stopped coming... I was already starting behind the 8 ball... Great!
Because I still needed to feed the kids and keep them healthy, I had to make a trip to DSS. Food stamps and state health care, baby! Fine. That problem was temporarily solved... There was no way in HELL I was going to be able to save the house... Fine. Moving on. The immediate was taking care of the electric, cable/phone, oil and garbage. What to do, what to do!
Sell shit on Ebay... There were things that went up that I wasn't too fussed about. Wedding presents that just sat somewhere, trinkets and baubles, whatever... There were personal items of mine that went up; old jewelry, clothes, knick-knacks, bric-a-brac, stuff... Then there were things that went up that... Well, I needed the money. My Les Paul was one of those items... Kit and kaboodle, the guitar, the amp, the case, the extra strings, the stand, the polishing cloth, the Hello Kitty strap, the Hello Kitty picks... Everything... $350... Yeah... I know.
It sold... I was heartbroken... But I needed the money to pay the bills so we wouldn't get shut off...
Unbeknownst to me, it was Lucky who had bought the item...
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