Chapter 344

• Fucking an older woman
• I was beginning to think I wasn't very good at the business of collectables. Was it a matter of not knowing what was what? Or was I just not finding anything really good? I was going on three weeks now, and in truth, I felt rather stupid for having been so ambitious on the spur of the moment. There had been a run of those TV shows going on about how there were valuable collectables scattered all over the country in old barns and junkyards and how people were making great money reselling it to yuppies at some New York auction house. All you had to do was go find it.
• So, I gathered up some gas money and headed off in my van...and found nothing. TV be damned, a lot of places I stopped at just sent me packin' and the stuff I did get to look at was real junk. I mean real junk. Whatever this game was, I sucked at it, but I kept at it more out of stubbornness than anything else. Lately I had taking to sleeping in the van to save money and went farther and farther out from the bigger towns, hunting for that jackpot of rusty rareness.