[Or for you younger puppies: Partied like Justin Bieber. Whoever's responsible for that mess, now's the time to act. Who wants to read about an embryo strutting around like a rock musician while making pop-love songs about pre-teens and looking like a caricature of a Hasbro Boy Band action figure.]
My buddy Tom Petty (Let's just call him Paco) had (and still has) a great place to just hang out, play the guitar and have fun. He always had access to money, party material, and good times. His house looked like your average house of the hoarder... but it was filled with wonderfully interesting things. There were mechanical beetles, lion statues, handheld video games of all sorts and sizes, tools, vintage clothing which you could try on and take if you wanted. There were also hats of all kinds and sizes, which he would give to you if you tried one on and liked it (I often did). It was seriously endless. And fun.
Once, he came back home and needed help with some chairs which were vintage, a giant sword, and a big screen TV. Where did he get these things? Not at the store.
He got them in the trash.
Or from someone closing down a yard sale. But alas: someone threw them out and he took them in; and you would never be able to tell the difference of those and things he bought.
Now. I hear what you're not saying out loud. You're saying: "Timmy... you've slipped on a doggie turd, man: that's just crazy talk."
Not really. Why? The stigma? Fear? Weirdness? Nothing at all is weird about it, I assure you. If someone is having a garage sale... and it's the end of the day... and they say: "You know what sir... if you can just haul away that dresser that I just bought but my wife didn't like..." (this actually happened to me in college) "...then I'll tell you what: It's Free." Now... what if I had seen that same exact new dresser just an hour later... when he had haplessly dragged it to the curb and put a "free" sign on it. THEN would I be a dirtbag for grabbing it? Just when exactly does it get weird to take something that another person doesn't want? If I offered you a $20 bill, you would take it, right? But I'm assuming if I said instead: I don't want this... anyone can have it... and threw that $20 on top a garbage can... you wouldn't?
Another thing is just before people throw things out is the place to act. Have you even SEEN the "free" NYC section in Craig's List? You'll never wanna buy something again. Please do though --> it is a Capatalist society after-all. Go consumerism. But the best consumers price out and rock beats scissors, free beats paid.
Let's all fess up. We've all had that moment. That moment when you look at something at the side of a curb and you go: "What the what? Why are they throwing that away. " Well... here's something cool: If you are a visitor you may not know this, but in NYC, there's people pulling things from the trash constantly for millions of reasons. People in suits casually pull a paper off the top of the trash to give a quick read and then set it back down. Bums circle the trash like buzzards. When it rains, someone may take a broken umbrella set to the side of a can because it works, but one side droops due to a wind gust. And it goes on....
There is such limited space here that the most common thing I see: Suitcases. I have a samsonite myself... you? Where'd I get it? Park Avenue. Next to the curb. The person that set it out there KNEW someone wanted it. So he even took the time to set it close enough to the trash to let you "know," but not so close that anything got on it. And that's just how it goes in NYC.
Listen: Get over yourself. It's not a big deal. Now I'm not saying to put on some gloves and look for a meal here. But if there's something next to the trash, chances are good that someone is glad that you took it and it didn't go to the waste dump. They set it on the trash instead of in for a reason. Do them a favor and go ahead and take it.
I'm gonna keep using my Samsonite, backpack, and last-season scarves (a store had a "free" box) and carry on. And I'm gonna finish this sandwich.
That I bought. Now you're just getting weird with it, foodies.
Stay Happy, Stay Away from the Train Tracks... and please...
Stay Alert.
Timmy Daniels
The TimmyFreeWay
Let's all fess up. We've all had that moment. That moment when you look at something at the side of a curb and you go: "What the what? Why are they throwing that away. " Well... here's something cool: If you are a visitor you may not know this, but in NYC, there's people pulling things from the trash constantly for millions of reasons. People in suits casually pull a paper off the top of the trash to give a quick read and then set it back down. Bums circle the trash like buzzards. When it rains, someone may take a broken umbrella set to the side of a can because it works, but one side droops due to a wind gust. And it goes on....
There is such limited space here that the most common thing I see: Suitcases. I have a samsonite myself... you? Where'd I get it? Park Avenue. Next to the curb. The person that set it out there KNEW someone wanted it. So he even took the time to set it close enough to the trash to let you "know," but not so close that anything got on it. And that's just how it goes in NYC.
Listen: Get over yourself. It's not a big deal. Now I'm not saying to put on some gloves and look for a meal here. But if there's something next to the trash, chances are good that someone is glad that you took it and it didn't go to the waste dump. They set it on the trash instead of in for a reason. Do them a favor and go ahead and take it.
I'm gonna keep using my Samsonite, backpack, and last-season scarves (a store had a "free" box) and carry on. And I'm gonna finish this sandwich.
That I bought. Now you're just getting weird with it, foodies.
Stay Happy, Stay Away from the Train Tracks... and please...
Stay Alert.
Timmy Daniels
The TimmyFreeWay
