I SOLD TIMBER TO THE SECOND HAND SHOP. I bought myself a cheap bicycle some time before since I sold the other one, so I was able to get around the place and that was the bicycle I had when I had the problem with that woman. I think it was my old bike that I pawned in West End before. Things were bad but they were settling down because the upheavals from dad and the house were gradually passing away. Just the same we stayed put because I couldn’t afford to move house. There were pellets hastily put together from brand new timber delivered with goods for shipping north, John and Queta’s boys unloaded the cargo from it and put it on a truck and Queta told me to dispose of the rubbish. I took it under the house, ripped it apart and pulled the nails out from it. Another day she gave me a pellet made of floor boards made of plywood of nine ply and I did the same. I approached the second hand dealer and he paid me ten dollars for it. He asked me for more, only new stuff, not second hand, any size stuff, long or short because he can sell it and on two occasions I got him short stuff, after which I got him another bunch of long and that was all that I could get him. Queta could never believe it about me being able to sell all the stuff that they called rubbish and would have otherwise got me to burn it but there was lot of useless stuff coming in that always had to be burned because it was nothing but trash.
Posted on: Mon, 12 Aug 2013 06:22:37 +0000
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