A website built for sharing stories, and selling stones.
If you ever wondered about the name, here's the story behind
I'm still alive! YAY!
I’m starving, dead broke, and as dirty as the dessert can get a man... but the journey continues.No luck replacing the laptop, but the new screen may be enough for now... if I can deduce why it isn't producing legible readoutI truly miss my friends online. I miss writing those endless blogs, posting my pretty rock pictures, and wasting time checking out funny pictures of cats. All that, believe me, internet filled a niche in my life. A large void remains in its absence.
Good news abounds; I fell in love! a rock hounding woman, who had my heart the moment she said "Yeah yeah, I know what Chrysocolla is". Bad news is never very far away from the unwary; she stole all my Chrysocolla. AND all the gold from my recent activities. She actually sold my shovel, I kid you not. I turned my back at her yard sale and POOF, a shovel that had been a trusted friend was $3 in her pocket. It's difficult to be mature for selfish users, so I didn't try; she's probably still got yard sale junk thrown up on her roof. I'm hoping the sheriffs office notices it's probably stolen goods. I got the first truth of the whole two months from her friends on the way out; she clips or picks the locks on Salvation Army and Good Will donation boxes. She drove thieves around her town [Yarnell] while all good citizens were evacuating to escape the wild fires. I didn't know. She took almost everything I had of value.
Life goes on, never doubt the reason is for the better; I found a miners cache from the early 20th century. Rusty tools, a lot of arrowheads, and an impure ingot of rare metals that would crack a coconut on the first try. Wheeee! Tip O' the hat to the Apache, condolences to long dead miners. I'm online researching refiners. Impure field smelted ingots are a hard sell, and my poverty has only grown more tiring. Hopefully the end is in sight! More soon, as internet permits.
May your wealth be the kind that stretches the heart, and may your meals never be lonely.
Will WORK for food!
I have admitted in some articles that I would probably be dead if I hadn't gotten food stamps. WELL, they cut me from the food stamp roster, along with about 40,000 other people. My stash of cans is down to danger levels. The next move is to hunt wild donkeys and gnaw on roots. Recent finds are worth a very nice bit of change, but none of it is of the slightest value in its current form. I long ago sold all non essential equipment and oddball personal belongings. Work in a tiny town in a desert valley is impossibly rare in the winter. My recent whirl wind romance left her selling all the stone I worked so hard for, for pennies on the dollar, I'm sure. She will not be sharing those pennies, sadly, because I would spend them on a frugal but tasty meal.
I am hungry. There is no trickery or goal other than canned goods, a bag of rice, and possibly something off of the dollar menu when I go to town. I give my most solemn promise there will be no frivolous spending. No beer, no restaurants, and no waste. My current state will not go on long, it cannot, but the wait for a final payout looms ahead. I am honestly in need. Help if you can, and care to, and thank you for checking out my website even if you can't. If you wish to use the fee free transfer option on PayPal, all you require is my email address and name; firstname.lastname@example.org and Michael Stacy. Write me a letter, please, I'm in your debt and intend to return the favor in stone or cash. Help me keep the list by saying HELLO!