Hoboliciousness

After successfully putting up an ad on Craigslist to sell that MetroPCS Razr I had been given for free over the summer, and selling it later that night for $160 cash, I decided that perhaps I could scrap up other things to post and sell, and thus raise money for all my different causes/bills. My next victim was a rather large and unyielding art textbook that I had bought for class, and the teacher never once even referenced. At least $100 had gone down the tube there....maybe I could convince someone else to buy it from me and take it off my hands. After all, I had no interest in medieval manuscripts and they did me no good except as something to try to get rid of for money.

I would soon be making dives into the garage, my room, and my brother's room for any other items I could try to sell. I needed money more than ever, what with the medical bills and car insurance and the money I owed my father....not to mention the money required to get an apartment.

I crossed my fingers and hoped that I could make something more come of this. It was worth a shot, after all, right?