It stood in an old, musty hardware store
it wasn't
just any stick,
it was a
curved stick
covered in a
layer of dust
hiding its
beauty, hiding its power.
I wanted it
badly.
I spotted the
grimy old sticker.
Two bucks.
Two bucks?
I had two
bucks!
When I got
home, I cleaned it.
I taped it. I
tucked it into bed.
I was so
damned excited
I slept with
it.
Fifty years
later
I still get
razzed about it.
But it was
the best two bucks
I ever spent.
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