So this totally random thing happened while I was driving home with a bag of KFC on the seat and two mega jugs of soda on the floor- A yard sale jumped grabbed my right eye and I went and found something I've been seeking for ages. From sheer joy, I gave the lady a bit over what she was asking (it's worth more than twice more). She had her young (middle-school aged?) son try to hand me a five. I told him to keep it and buy a book. Books are great. (while we carry the thing to the van:) Do you like to read? (not really) Do you like spooky. fantasy, adventures? (yeah) Look up Neil Gaiman, kid. G-A-I-M-A-N. He writes 'books' plus graphic novels - you might like it. (okay)
I hope he buys a book. Any book. Even if it's a Playboy Magazine, it still has articles and stories, lol.
*the mega jugs baptized the floor of the van with Sierra Mist and Root Beer. Amen, praise the Lord and pass the ammunition. Yeehaw.
Ha! That's a great story. I love those little moments of yard sale synchronicity. Let's hope the kid follows through. I think Gaiman is a wonderful gateway drug, heh.
Playboy is actually a terrific literary magazine--let's hope he has the good sense to buy one.
Also, it's got boobs. Bonus.