I committed to this before Japan, with the understanding that I wouldn’t be ready, but the desire to do it anyway. A trip to The Battersea Boot, offloading whatever I could fit into the car before I left. Absolute gubbins for the most part, but large amounts of absolute gubbins. Old clothes left over from the van days. Time time time. Records from my attic. Although an ex flatmate has a skaghead boyfriend who she let in to the flat when I was away. Ages ago the idiot cut off all my mum’s burglar alarm motion sensors, probably convinced they were cameras, and then loaded up on total guff that he figured would make a few bucks. Old prints and bits of art, some of which I’d painted. Some comics, loads of magic cards, lots of records.
He broke the hinges on the attic door and put his foot through the ceiling, smashed up a junction box up there too. I suspect there’s stuff gone from the other side too. Fucking creepy, thinking he was dancing around up there. I shouldn’t have said that I thought there might be a bitcoin code in one of my old bags. There isn’t. I have looked through everything that is in both attics, been through all the old phones for photos of it, but he’s too lazy and entitled to understand that.
He’d have got some value but not enough for the karmic damage he’s done himself. But this life for him is a null life anyway, so perhaps he figures nothing to lose. Addicted broke and from privilege is arguably worse than addicted broke and without privilege, as the resentment of those you can frame with “they’ve got stuff and I haven’t” is more easy to frame. “I used to have stuff, his stuff should be mine.” I might go up in the other attic when I’m back from Brighton, and might involve the police if I think it’s worth the bother, just as it’s not the first time he’s stolen from me thinking I won’t notice and each time it gets easier. I didn’t have before and after photos though.
I was flogging things today hand over fist anyway. I need to offload more and more and more. Just let it all dance away to new homes where maybe it gets loved again, and maybe it gets resold or chucked. I loaded up on incense and flogged enough at a 100% markup to cover my outlay. Now I can burn freely. And I’ve got lots to burn. They make top quality stuff out there as it is such a big part of their culture.
Off to bed. Too tired. Repeated incursion is a good incentive to get up there and get it all out and in the process really work out what’s gone. Today was hard work but I got a decent hourly rate. No single item they nicked will make you rich. But lots of little things make a big thing. It just takes hard work. Which some people don’t do well.
AlBarclay 