A good day of random shit selling. Bulk purchases, one lady, grotesque chalkware piggy bank head, 3 tip-n-strip pens, a file drawer and old clock. Another a set of Irish Linen Tea-Napkins. Another a wood block (clave, apparently, is what they call it in the percussion world, and when I knew that I wanted to charge a dollar more...). Dive watch gone to buddy who wanted to smoke a joint with me outside...
I have this feeling that a lot of these people are just buying junk trying to work up the courage to ask about the Banana Pump.
And a load of random stuff for Batshit to shopdrop next time I'm passing through Nelson - an artist's mannequin with a fishhook to replace a missing hand, a horses tooth, a scarab from the Tomb of Tutankhamen, a preserved souvenir alligators head, a voo-doo doll, more, more... all with notes as to provenance...
So it goes. slowly, slowly, there's no predicting - I mean NO predicting - as to what will sell, and after 12 weeks it hasn't gone, why, wait another 2, relist it, and it'll sell. This is experience speaking. It's keeping me in cigarettes.