Occasionally, I bought a comic book character statue. Around that time, Wife and I collected video tapes of movies, because we didn't go out that much so at night we would drink wine and watch movies.
This was a wonderful time. I had friends with whom to game, money enough to pay the bills (as Wife made more than me, even at the beginning of her career.) Our biggest expenses were my drinking and our weekly dinner date night.
Unfortunately, my drinking was out of control and I spent a LOT.
Wife is better with money than me. Things were looking up. We were building a life Together. Y'know, like normal people.
At that point, I changed jobs. When I took the job with Games Workshop, it also cut my income by a third. I cut back expenses a bit, and started selling off a few things at conventions. Eventually, we saved enough to buy a house. I loved that house: it was an end unit of townhomes, built with our input. A dear friend who worked in construction built the deck for us. Add to that, we shared a wall with an amazing couple (who are the best neighbors anyone could ever want) named Adam and Carol.
We held many parties there, hosted some dinners, and eventually even got a dog. And, finally, I was able to display my chess set. Fortunately, it was not one of the things taken when the house was robbed. My favorite times there were sitting on the couch with Wife after the day was done, drinking wine and listening to music.
Captain America Chess Set. Pics swiped from an ebay auction. Want it? $524.00
Still, even with an occasional raise from GW, expenses were outpacing income. Then, Wife was laid off.
I began selling things I'd collected. I began selling off comics. Then the statues, one by one. Board games that I didn't play for whatever reason. Out of production miniatures. Miniatures I'd painted. Books. Eventually, I sold some of the original art I'd collected. I'd occasionally buy something on ebay just to turn it around to resell it, as I knew it was worth much more than I paid.
It wasn't enough.
One day, I sold the Captain America chess set to a comic book store. I remember that day vividly. I put the chess set, mint in factory box, on his counter. He paid in cash, which I handed to Wife. I was so sad. I'd never even played a game with those pieces. I felt like a complete failure. We made the mortgage payment.
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I don't know why, but I thought of this image when writing this piece. It's drawn in the art style of Wife.
Eventually, my job at GW was eliminated. We sold the house we loved so much, and moved back to Pennsylvania. I was deeply depressed. Again, I started selling off things I'd collected. No longer constrained by my employment with GW, I sold off most of my GW miniatures, including the armies I'd worked so hard to build and paint over the nine years I worked there. I sold the last of the sellable statues in 2011.
Very Rare Game. Sold January, 2011
Since that time, I've been selling to pay bills. At first, it was to pay for things like the tuition for my masters degree. Then our daughter was born. Eventually, it was to buy feminine items and clothing, as my femme side re-emerged in 2008.
Now, I still sell things, and occasionally buy. Almost all of the high-end items are gone. What few items are left aren't worth much to anyone really. My once huge game collection fits on two ikea shelves. Most of my books are in storage. I tried selling some to a used book store, and they were very blunt about telling me that they weren't interested. I've given many of my old books (mostly unread) for free to my friends who own Bramble Books in Spring City. I figure it will help them make money. (Their bookstore is thriving, btw.)
In any case, a lot of the games I still have, I kept hoping that someday I'd actually have people with whom to play them. I've had several of them for over thirty years, and a couple for forty. At what point do I finally give up and either sell them or give them away? (Before you ask, my roomie Linda isn't a gamer. She builds amazing models from scratch.)
This morning, I'm exhausted. I've worked on this piece for days, little by little. Time to go to work. I'm doing both jobs today. Then work Friday, Saturday, Sunday...
Maybe I'll just give it all away. They'll make someone happy. It's all wasted here.
