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Eighties....

It's better to swallow pride than blood.

Yesterday is in the books and i had a successful day based on everything and I cannot complain about the day, I had a great time selling with my girlfreind and one of my best freinds, the less said about saturday night however the better.. some people you need to know how to keep a healthy space from sometimes... but THis is the first step of the moving away from the toy thing as it was clear yesterday that while i did well, i still have a locker full of stuff, but that only gives me the strength to continue in the summer and do the major show to finish the story, and end this chapter of my life. it was good to see some of my freinds associated with this shit after 6 months of being distanced from it. i do have people that care about me in that community, it was good to see them agian. I would espically like to thank the gentleman who sold out all of his stuff before the doors open to another dealer who was so nice to give me his table once he left... and the guys behind me that let me use half of there shelving. it was a pretty awesome show.. and if it was the last dance, which it won't be have way too much stuff for it to be... it would have been an awesome way to go out. Now To finish this, summertime. then onto another chapter in my life, far, far away from plastic crack.

Changing gears i got some great news today, and all i really have to say is things i have been waiting on are about to come in, good or bad, it's going to open a new chapter in my life and the elements of that battle, im prepared for that, regardless it's going to be interesting... it's time to finish this. this is the beginning of the fucking endgame for real. it's time to stand firm and guide the destiny and the battle, this is a war and i will be victorious, it's not for me, it's for him. the one thing that does bother me about the fact the toy bullshit has burned me out as much as the last employer i had...... is that i have all these experinces and all these cool toys that i am trying to save a few for him, but he's not here... and honestly this chapter may be closed by the time he gets home.. which is said.. at least there will be pictures. he will understand that every dollar spent for the most part was to fund the battle. i just miss him and regardless of how much work and strees and tiresome yesterday was, it would have been so much better with him by side.

it's Time to end this,for all of us.

Current Mood: Happy, Determined.
Current Music: Nina Hagen, Ziggy Stardust

We arrived and we thought, 'This is our time. This is our generation. We have a responsibility.

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