My Life

It was cold Thanksgiving morning five years ago; I was just arriving at a storage facility, over in Decatur to clean out a unit. Work in the morning and play in the evening, was how I rolled during the holidays. Most of my family is close so I am rarely out of town during the season. This is a great time to score some deals on units, everyone is off physically and mentally, one holiday season I got six units for twenty dollars total, yes six units for twenty dollars! I was the only one to show up!

It is six am on the d.o.t! Most storage facilities will not permit entry until six am and will promptly lock you in a nine pm, unless you have a master code (I have quite a few) or you are granted twenty four hour access. No master codes at this location that very anal about that type of thing. I got this unit for two hundred and fifty dollars which was a steal, I would have paid four times that for this unit, it has the feel.

Open… Open… Open… like that crazed woman in the holiday commercial waiting outside a retail store early in the morning, to blow all of her loot. It was a sweet unit, full of nice stuff; items I knew were going to make me a nice pile of dough. At that moment, in that space I realized I was addicted to self storage auctions. Like any addiction it supersedes common sense and there generally are no limits to what you will do to feed that habit. Note my behavior, it was freezing and I could not wait to get out there in the cold to load it. If this was not sheer madness at its best, then it does not exist.

“Finally” The gate was open wide enough for me to get Melvin (Melvin was the big ass truck I use to terrorize drivers in Atlanta) I was almost completely through the entrance before it slid all of the way open with a loud clank.

I was always forgetting were the unit was, this time I actually had the paper work on me. As often the case my new love was all of the way in the back. DAMN! It is Thanksgiving Day and there is someone with a big truck right next to my unit, the rest of the property was empty as that armored truck that went over the bridge in Florida a way back. This happens more than you can know unless you are in the business.

I back Melvin up and go around the other side to back in. Thank God I had a truck will a lift or this was not going to happen. During this business, I learned all types of nifty skills, I can put a big truck just about anywhere, and my friends love this when I help them move!

My new love was clean, well packed and easy to load. Five minutes in I got myself a new leather jacket (eBay jargon NWTs) some new kicks and a ton of smell good. This stuff was mine to keep, at that point unless I felt like I was neglected myself I rarely kept anything. This day was different!

Dude had killer style; it would be called swag today. A kick ass bedroom set, big screen TV, nice stereo, about four hundred cds, equal number of dvds tons of art, a really cool cheval mirror, coffee table set, some model cars, twenty five boxes of clothes, washer and dryer and many smaller items that I did not deal with in the store, my partner handled that end of the business.

It was a very merry Christmas indeed!

The End.

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