This blog describes my journey exploring storytelling - words, images and the sensations they generate. The lot, basically.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Pawn shops... Seedy places for desperate people with their backs so firmly against the wall, that the bricks have felt like parts of their ribcages for a long time.

My turn...

These past 365 days have held so many things that I never ever thought I would see in my life. This is just another brick in the wall.

It is all just fading into a grey blur (am I the only one who don't know when to use "grey" or "gray" about the color?). Pawned my wedding ring. Originally I purchased it from royal jeweller Peter Hertz, in Copenhagen, for more than £660. After 30 seconds of scrutinising under a magnifying glass behind a steelbarred window, the verdict was ready: £22!

My only regret, was that I wasn't scheming enough to pawn the diamond ring and gold/platinum ring I gave the snake, before she could get her hands on them.

A yellow piece of paper and a signature, and I had the £22 in my hand.

Perhaps that was what my marriage was worth all along...

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