Paid

 Ken came by last night. I got paid. Cool. 

I'd taken my stuff to the post office and got some things at 99 Ranch then went to H Mart and loaded up with two 6-packs of beer, hamburger, a package of 4 packages of "Tangle" ramen garlic oil flavor, one of mushroom (which everyone raves over) veggies, things like that. 

I picked up packing stuff and stopped by Tom's. He was in a talking mood and told me the hot pot "kit" I'd brought by, priced at $29, had been wonderful. I said I'll pick up more when I see them being tossed out. We talked about this and that, and then I rode back here. 

I got involved putting things away and various tasks and ended up realizing I'm really hungry, so I ate the package of Borden sliced Swiss cheese I'd bought, with some Kewpie/mustard mix I made. Yum! 

I listed the final 10 of the 20 things I"d photographed, and cleaned the place up, and Ken showed up. He even brought me a burger, a "Bourbon" burger which is a cheeseburger with crumbled potato chips I think, and a sauce almost too sweet for pancakes. And a couple of slices of bacon. You can never go wrong selling something to Americans as long as you slather it in sugar. 

We talked a bit, and I got my pay check for this week and the last, but can't deposit it until tomorrow (bank rule, I can't deposit a dated check before the date). 

So I'll have to go out in the rain, I guess. 

I started taking a thing apart and just plain tossed out some large things, and thus threw out a lot of metal for an appreciative bum at about 5 in the morning. Then it was bedtime. 

I woke up around 3 I think. After too much thinking (it should not have taken that much) I realized the best tactic is to pack the big things, and I had a load of big things indeed, as well as a few small ones I'd packed before bed. I had a good load on the bike trailer today. And, we had a $1700+ day because someone bought all of these things we had a lot of that Ken had gotten for free, that are "hospital grade". I simply took the box of 'em off the shelf, put it in a bigger box with some padding, and off it went. 

I got stuff at H Mart and 99 Ranch as usual, found lots of neat packing stuff too, so again I had a big load on the trailer when I came back, with rolls of bubble wrap galore. 

Then it was just futz around, pack things, cook dinner, pack some more things, look for things that can't be found at least not right now, etc.  

An annoying thing happened, though. I took a bag of trash to the welding place's trash can which will get emptied around 4-5AM. So I was taking a bag of trash, but also I'd found a really cool spider walking across the carpet and caught it in a clear plastic bottle with a thin cap on it, that probably to someone who doesn't know the plot would look like I was holding a shot glass. 

So this red hot-rod car had driven in about 20 minutes earlier and parked a distance away. I'd decided not to worry about them. After tossing the trash and putting the spider in the bushes, a black hot-rod car drove up and the guys in it started shouting stuff about being drunk etc., and they'd slowed down, too. So here I was without a weapon and I've got to fight 2-4 guys, fuck that. So I ran back in here and both cars took off. 

I don't think they were connected with the illegal night club, but more likely with the hot-rod shop up the street. This is just a really shitty neighborhood. And they're the kind of guys who are still living with their parents, paying 39% interest on their car loans, and probably shovel shit for a living. If they live long enough, they'll regret their choices. I know I do, but at least I only got into motorcycles which are a magnitude (10X) cheaper than cars, or at least were. (In the 80s there were tons of used bikes out there, often for a dollar a cc engine size or not much more, plus a lot of really neat new bikes.)