This Angel
at the bar last night
matter of factly said:
“You could spin a turd into a diamond, Grant.”
I love that saying!
She was talking about
the fact that I,
having grown up reading
only DR. SEUSS,
spin every word
i hear,
into something,
well,
frankly,
STOOPID.
“Spinning turds
into Diamonds”,
I like that.
Post Divorce,
from ONE OF my wives,
jaj ajjaja ja,
I had no job,
no prospects,
no hopes,
no dreams,
no aspirations.
I was then,
too,
though,
The Happiest Man Alive.
A friend,
brought friends to my house,
which was an obnoxious museum
of fabulous,
whimsically-kitchy,
prop-like signs,
lamps,
furniture,
etc.
His friends were opening
a Coffee Shop,
and were FLOORED by the
tacky-ass fabulous decor,
and said:
“The coffee shop is about ready to open,
but we have NO MONEY
for furniture and decor,
if IT could look like your home,
IT would be amazing”.
I say this
OUTside of EGO:
it WAS
fabulously fucked up.
So,
my brain,
which “spins turds into diamonds”,
called them the next day,
and said:
“Here is the deal.
I will empty my home out
and bring everything
but my bed to your coffee shop.
Tables,
Chairs,
Pictures,
Props,
all my Jesus Shit,
Everything.
It will be fabulous.
Your Baristas will sell
all this shit
and you can have a button
on your cash register
that says
RESURRECTION ANTIQUES.
I will give you 20%
of all the proceeds,
and I will keep 80%,
and my job will be to
shop and restock
on a regular basis.”
RESURRECTION ANTIQUES
IN SACRED GROUNDS CAFE
was born that day.
If you need a goddamn job,
sometimes you just gotta create it
your own damn self.
You too
can be a little
SPINNER.
