I carried my stuff in shopping bags now; nobody wants to look in a dirty bag. I can hide my money down in the folds of a bag where no lunk head would ever look.
I buried my stuff in the sand over by the beach, carrying it around is a hassle; I put a brick on the spot where I dug the hole. Last time I did this someone moved the brick and it took me three hours to find the spot where I hid everything.
Monday's are garbage day in Lakeview; I can find all kind of good stuff that people throw out. Problem is no antique stores are open on Mondays; they don't open till Wednesday's so I got to find a place to stash my stuff that I can sell till then.
The used book shop is open everyday, Bob run's the place, and he knows I can get him descent **** that I pick out of the cans. Once I found a first edition of Playboy and sold to Bob for $50. That was a good day for me. I used the fifty to stay two nights at the Arms Motel where I could sleep in a real bed with clean sheets and take a long hot bath while I watched TV.
I'm an expert picker, that's one thing about that voice in my head, it leads me to garbage cans that have good stuff in them, and the voice works every time. I'm drawn to a can just like a magnet, I pick through the garbage and at the bottom I find gold.
Once I had to take a gold collar off a dead cat that was thrown in the garbage just like a piece of old meat. The collar was 14 carets gold; I got 75 dollars for it at the pawn shop. The cat couldn't take it with it, so I took it.
Today I'll start on Waveland and head west down the alley. I just walk, when the voice says stop and look I do. About two hours later I find a dead pile. Dead piles are rare finds, there is stuff the family threw out after mom or dad kicked off, and they didn't know what to do with three centuries worth of crap except just toss it.
My voice is going crazy, "You better look faster, some one is bound to come and take it away from you." Look in that box first! I find a jewelry box full of costume jewelry. Then I find a Mexican Silver bracelet and two gold rings with diamond chips on them.
The next box reveals dented silver bowls each with hallmarks on the bottom of them; four of those. Also in the same box is a mantel clock with a missing pendulum and a broken glass door; the winding key is right next to it. I find some new overalls which I try on over my pants. They fit all right. I find a couple of wool button up shirts which I snatch up.
The voice is going crazy now, "Hurry up before some one comes, and use that old suit case to pack everything in." I had strewn everything into a mess all over the alley. All the boxes were emptied every bag was inside out.
This was a great haul! I new I could get a week in a motel with all the stuff I found in that dead pile. I was overjoyed; I triumphantly trudged home carrying my loot from my conquest.
I went into Dales Pawn shop and sold the jewelry and the bowls, I got a hundred dollars for everything. He didn't want the clock but he took an old radio I found in the pile for another ten bucks.
