Today I was cleaning my house top to bottom. A year or so ago my brother asked me if I’d store a stove in the basement for him. Sure, I say. I give you one year to get it back, then I’ll sell it on craigslist if it’s still here.
Well, suffice to say, it’s still here. Taking up space in my basement. Not that there’s a premium on space in the shit storm that is my basement, but it’s a crappy stove, so I wanted it out.
I took it out to my alley today with a cardboard sign that said “Free + Working”. This sign was held down by a big rock. I’m assuming someone will take it to the metal recycling place to make a little cash. I put it out about 8 hours ago. It’s still there. I’m feeling a little white trash at the moment.