Dr. Searchio Thank you for confirming multiple hunches on my part, and you stepped right in it. Apologies if my very useful plays on words do not always sound so refined, as I do not pre-emptively google each semblance of a word used. Perhaps I should, but there is not the time. Will not chalk it up to working in paper and postcards with some quite risque, along with the stamps, postal history etc, but rather, to having had a very broad life engaged at all levels of the human experience: high, low, and in-between. In preparation for reaching the top I have always felt it necessary to build a broad base of worldly experience. If such shall stain my public image before the legions of weekend retiree stamp dealers, then so be it. As you no doubt know, one cannot please everyone ranging from those still mentally inhabiting an Edwardian world to those currently making utter fools of themselves on Myspace, and all stages in between. Thus, for ever having lacked a suitable mentor, I must be myself, for better or worse. However, it seems to be working for me, as at 50 I am still alive, free, perfectly healthy, in shape from natural work as opposed to the boring gym workouts for human hamsters fitted out in their designer 'tards, and in possession of considerable illiquid assets teetering on my shoulders. In other words, "A loaf of bread, a jug of wine--now all I need is some decently wealthy and well-educated poon'." Ah, but perhaps like you, in their image consciousness, the true ladies all but perhaps a very rare few and hard to find or more likely already taken since underage by slick greedy unscrupulous horndogs would not dare handle someone who would use that vulgar term, so here I shall remain sitting: alone and free from alimony, child support, and endless psychosocial torment on many levels ranging from the interior personal to the exterior judicial.
Myself I enjoy a Gin Gibson on occasion before a rare dinner out but by and large avoid alcohol with preference for other things not so socially acceptable in this puppet society but definitely more subtle in effect both immediate and long term, not to mention far less carcinogenic than alcohol, and far less toxic in general. Of course the Edwardian-worlders and others ranging up in historic time to the postwar crowd and somewhat beyond would not approve: but ya can't please everyone. And in fact, Reefer Madness did actually cause a lot of permanent cognitive brain damage amongst credent viewers, the untoward effects of which still linger mendaciously on a more or less global basis to this day in the form of arms races, plutonic corporate greed behaviour, western prison gulags, addiction to truly evil powdered substances amongst the psychically weak, and so forth. Neither ignorance nor the tens of thousands of drunken driving deaths on record are bliss. (Nevertheless in spite of my general personal view on this topic, I am 100% sure that you and your friends drink responsibly, and I would support such responsibly induced imbibatory experiences wholeheartedly.)
This is my last post for now and thus you may have as many 'last words' as you wish in here and I honor you for that, but I must get busy selling here in dusty, cheap, eBay, as I tried to put out word to sell off my bite-sized $5k gross cost stock but no one was listening. Bully for them, as they with fewer philatelic survival skills likely would have had great difficulty selling this small batch of non-Scott stamp material, anthropo-cultural paper goods, and mundane postal history in quality condition fit for the exhibiting crowd. After all, which of them could make $800-$1200 a month net real income on $50 per week of pocket change as capital source? And I probably should not mention that some of them likely have very scared money right now on account of the current Wall Street fiat money gambling nightmare, but I did anyway. For if buy price of UN NY postage drops from 40% of face to 20% of face in the face of my paltry $303 face of UN NY, it means that there is either no money in NYC, or more likely, that there is very very scared money in NYC, allovatheplace. Scary!
On the other hand, really old stamps are very nice to work with, but ya gotta have mon', hon'.
Say hi to Jack for me and tell him I've been paying too much for stuff lately, just like him.
NOIP Now that I am off to the eBay dirt races, I suppose claghorn and his philatelic cheerleading entourage may now return to annoint him anew on Stamp Chat. Hence I dictate most truly sincerest best wishes to claghorn--he knows all, sees all!
And sweet dreams of good continuations to all.
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