183rd day sober. After taking those things apart last night/early-early morning, and getting a batch ready to list on Ebay, it was late/early enough that I decided not to do the actual listing, and just relax a bit, practice, and go to bed. However Chuy next door started washing his van, and he was having a hell of a time, singing a bit some Mexican song and going over every detail - he's like that. Since I'm not supposed to actually be in here on an early Sunday morning, I decided not to blow my cover with violin noises and eventually went to bed.
I woke up at a bit after 4, since I'd have to be out the door at 5 with some packages packed if I was going to do a FedEx run I decided to blow that off, and went back to sleep until about 7:30.
There's a guy with first one, and now two, black and yellow pickup trucks parked next to the trash enclosure. First I thought he was trying to get one of them running, but now I think it's an example of a car-fixing zombie. Car-fixing zombies never actually fix cars, they just fuck around with them interminably, as an excuse to have a junk car or three and a lot of trash scattered around. I took a peek outside just now and the zombie's spray-painting part of one of the trucks that was black, yellow. Hello, it's cold and a bit damp, not at all painting weather. I don't care if he hears my practicing and hope it annoys him.
There was a thing on the radio about non-compete clauses. That's one of the things I talked with Ken about last night - how I'm effectively under a non-compete clause with him due to how Ebay is. I reminded him how I and a mutual friend of ours almost got kicked off of Ebay for life because this friend and I communicated and occasionally bought things from each other. He's in Santa Clara and I was in Sunnyvale. Ken mentioned a guy in Tennessee who he's dealt with with no problems, and I pointed out that the guy's 1000's of miles away. Likewise, once back in Hawaii I'll be about 2500 miles away and could, if nothing else, go back to doing Ebay stuff, finding things to buy and sell, and that's what got me around to talking about the seashells.
With a big enough "nut" of money to live on and rent a place while getting it going, I could honestly do that. But it really works best with small, high-value things. Like seashells.
Being able to busk and selling shells would be just about perfect.
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