Once at the scrap yard, I feel pride, knowing that my metal is sorted, cleaned from foreign material (when possible) and ready for recycling. I chat with the people at the yard and look at those huge piles of metals....
They hand me my bill of sale, I look to make sure that everything is there, go to the cashier and they give me four crisp 50$ bills a year's worth of metal. I feel happy, but then, about an hour after getting back home, a suttle but very real feeling emerges, the feeling of emptiness. I look around, no metal to be found...all gone. As I pounder if it is worth while to pursue such an endeavour one more year, I decide to take a beer and rest of the front porch. My mind goes around in circles, but then I remember the year before.... I reach for my beer, I look at the refreshing mist that comes out of it in the mid-day sun as I open it, and then just like that, I toss the cap in my empty pail, where I put the small stuff, and I say to myself, so it begins....
(I know it is a cheesee sorry at times, but (aside from the mist and the sun part) it is all true.
I am sure you'll cut me a break what can you say I speak french.Cheers,
