pappy1959
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- May 27, 2008
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Yes, I was shaking as I looked at the photos, eyes glazed over, my fingers hovering over the "BUY" button as drool was running down my chin. My wife somewhere in the background, far far far...............far away saying that I better not spend too much money. There was something else I vaguely remember her saying..............stupid knife?..............was that it?............NO! It was SUPER Knife!! That's it.......ya ya ya........Super knife...........
Had I asked all the right questions? Did I do my homework? Was I sure of the value? the Provenance? the Price?..................and what's more...............Did I even care????? Beads of sweat on my forehead, muscles tensed as the thing inside me drove me closer and closer. As the disease that infected me took over every bodily function! As this sickness overshadowed even the most edumacated, rational part of my brain...................AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Then everything went quiet.
That eerie quiet that can only be interrupted by the sound of the mail man walking up to the door. That strange emptiness that can only be satisfied by the red, white and blue box as you take it in your trembling hands.
You want to tear it apart to get to the prize inside. But, no harm can come to it. So, the box is opened with my EDC and all the surgical skill I can muster so that the treasure inside is not accidentally boogered. So that which I have been waiting for does not suffer because of my own heavy-handedness. So I can finally open that box and satisfy that lust that has been burning inside me in anticipation!!!
Then, holding it in my hand, the blood rushing back to my brain, my heart pounding wildly as I test each blade, snap.........snap........good springs. Is it sharp.............Yes! Is anything missing?..........NO! As a sense of euphoria comes over me like being submerged in the perfect temperature of warm water. I felt the yearnings melt away, the anticipation subside and the overwhelming, nearly manic pressure fade into daydreams of decades gone by.
Who had been the original owner, the maker? What history was I now holding in my hand, and what future would it hold for me.
The beast inside, that wild fever, was satisfied.
But I knew.............
I knew all too well.......
That this was not over........
That there would be future battles....and future tests of my resiliance and self-control that I would undoubtedly lose.
But for now, I was a peace with the beast. Tranquil and calm as I caressed the beautiful stag. Relaxing more and more as I heard each gentle "snap" of those history filled blades.
Yes, I was indeed at peace with the beast. The virus had given me back control of my mind and my senses.
I enjoyed the moment of tranquility, knowing that the disease that had taken me over, that the virus which infected me, could appear again at any moment and strike at the heart of my wallet and my self-control. I embraced the calm, and played with my new knife until I again heard my wife's voice far off in the distance say something like..............."What did you do now?!?!"
My Newest "beast" related acquisition. Wostenholm stag horseman's knife with fleam. Great condition.
Enjoy..............
and in the immortal words of Waynorth, the sage, soothsayer and all-around nice guy................
"Take two knives and call me in the morning!!"
Keep Care,
Pappy
(tim)
Had I asked all the right questions? Did I do my homework? Was I sure of the value? the Provenance? the Price?..................and what's more...............Did I even care????? Beads of sweat on my forehead, muscles tensed as the thing inside me drove me closer and closer. As the disease that infected me took over every bodily function! As this sickness overshadowed even the most edumacated, rational part of my brain...................AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Then everything went quiet.
That eerie quiet that can only be interrupted by the sound of the mail man walking up to the door. That strange emptiness that can only be satisfied by the red, white and blue box as you take it in your trembling hands.
You want to tear it apart to get to the prize inside. But, no harm can come to it. So, the box is opened with my EDC and all the surgical skill I can muster so that the treasure inside is not accidentally boogered. So that which I have been waiting for does not suffer because of my own heavy-handedness. So I can finally open that box and satisfy that lust that has been burning inside me in anticipation!!!
Then, holding it in my hand, the blood rushing back to my brain, my heart pounding wildly as I test each blade, snap.........snap........good springs. Is it sharp.............Yes! Is anything missing?..........NO! As a sense of euphoria comes over me like being submerged in the perfect temperature of warm water. I felt the yearnings melt away, the anticipation subside and the overwhelming, nearly manic pressure fade into daydreams of decades gone by.
Who had been the original owner, the maker? What history was I now holding in my hand, and what future would it hold for me.
The beast inside, that wild fever, was satisfied.
But I knew.............
I knew all too well.......
That this was not over........
That there would be future battles....and future tests of my resiliance and self-control that I would undoubtedly lose.
But for now, I was a peace with the beast. Tranquil and calm as I caressed the beautiful stag. Relaxing more and more as I heard each gentle "snap" of those history filled blades.
Yes, I was indeed at peace with the beast. The virus had given me back control of my mind and my senses.
I enjoyed the moment of tranquility, knowing that the disease that had taken me over, that the virus which infected me, could appear again at any moment and strike at the heart of my wallet and my self-control. I embraced the calm, and played with my new knife until I again heard my wife's voice far off in the distance say something like..............."What did you do now?!?!"
My Newest "beast" related acquisition. Wostenholm stag horseman's knife with fleam. Great condition.
Enjoy..............
and in the immortal words of Waynorth, the sage, soothsayer and all-around nice guy................
"Take two knives and call me in the morning!!"
Keep Care,
Pappy
(tim)
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