Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Someone's hell is cold today

O lord if you know me -- and how i've schlepped a hundred tatty boxes of books to every house and hovel i've ever lived in -- then you know the gravity of this next statement:

I've taken to selling my books, to pay for stuff that my somewhat-ample-but-still-meager paychecks won't cover. This is a sad state, a chilly hell; when my precious stacks of knowledge go toward five packs of ramen noodles, a babysitter's paycheck, and a couple o gallons of light sweet crude.

When the news stations yammer about the squeeze of the middle class, i am the desperate face that slides across the screen.

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