If gloating is indeed the mark of a small person, I suppose I could have a piss on the edge of a dime -- lying flat.
A couple of weeks ago, I was raiding my favorite used bookstore, in search of something to impulse-buy with the ten bucks a week Margarita (who apparently spent far too much time jiggling her beads in the Cathedral of Our Lady of Blessed Parsimony during her formative years) magnanimously allows me to spend.
Shopping in used bookstores is generally a hit or miss proposition -- the selection consists entirely of trash or entirely of treasure, it seems, with no happy medium between the two.
The latest foray, though, was unquestionably a hit.
There, staring me in the face (for which I flipped it off and said, "Take a picture, motherfucker! It'll last longer!") was a not-quite mint (note the wear at the edges of the binding) 1979 printing of the 1st Edition AD&D Dungeon Master's Guide.
The best part?
I scored it for a quarter -- and by that, I don't mean that I traded the clerk a quarter-ounce of "the Devil's lettuce." I mean that I got it for twenty-five cents.
Pretty sweet, nicht wahr?
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