“Have you noticed that [everybody else’s] stuff is s**t and all your s**t is stuff?” – George Carlin
I own a lot of things. They aren’t big things or important things, they’re just… things. Bottle caps, ticket stubs, pens, cigar bands, random arcade tokens, etc. Basically, an assortment of miscellaneous odds and ends that I’ve managed to gather over the course of my life thus far. None of these items have a use any more beyond nostalgia for a life I’ve since grown out of and bragging rights for some event I can’t remember the details to.
I have nineteen empty bottles that I’ve been holding on to because I like the labels. Nineteen. Four of them are special in that I will never be able to purchase them again, but the other fifteen? They have gargoyles on them. That’s it.
That’s just one example, but it’s a good one…
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