a non article regarding the piece of metal looming over this line.

An Article to No One (a Community Off of Center)




Fall was here, not a doubt from anyone rang. Here was the barrage of bonded hydrogen and oxygen that would make the city as a whole consider it's existence. If you thought Seattle was awash, visit Portland. We don't live here for the weather.

As I paced the Ked's box I live in, I opened a small, hand addressed, envelope from a small business man on the east coast. The contents were only a photocopied image of the obverse and reverse of a coin I had recently purchased on the internet and the tightly wrapped coin itself. I looked at the image of the coin and set both aside, coin still wrapped, and continued my pacing and contemplation of how I was to make it through the wet and cold in such physical pain from a near fatal mugging two months past.

An hour or so into the land of twin pines mall and modified delorians, I realized i'd not even glanced at the coin.

Wow. Shit, even. What the fuck is this? It's a, no, a, no the arm's too low, what the fuck is this? The date's so far, why is the, I wonder, no what the fuck is this? I decided to open a case with my second brain. The iphone 3gs.

Still, no answers. Really? Even on the internet? You mean I can learn how to re-cook crack, build a bomb of oklahomic proportions and see joe rogan's reaction to a couple of broads getting fecal but I cant find a variety for this coin?

Oh, wait, this one's pretty close. Let's see if it's, no, no fucking way, it's, it's UNIQUE?

Not only was I immediately conscious of what this could mean to the old ledger balance, but the importance to the coin community as a whole. I set out to write an article on my findings and make submissions and contacts with top savants.

No one replied. I started sending the article, no one responded. Then, after two weeks, a response. Except it wasn't a critique of the article but rather an assertion I was wrong without a single shred of evidence. Even I, being right, could come up with reasons why I might be wrong. A backwards affirmation as far as i'm concerned. I read on. Wait, seriously? This “reputable” “expert” was offering to buy this coin that wasn't what I thought it was for 300 dollars. Prices usually reserved for mildly rare good examples of varieties. He was trying to scam me. He wanted to buy it at what he thinks is a hush money amount. I'll take my 300 and get some meth or justin timberlake albums and he'll “discover” the coin.

One in the bread basket. Here I was doing something I love, contributing. I was on some cloud of glory after, I thought, reaching that ever elusive direction, drive. How could it be that doing something real could be met only by selfish thoughts by another? Ha, ok, right. Still! I'm regarded as a joke in the community but what the elitists and curmudgeons are wholly unaware of is that my collection knowledge and certainly eyesight give me a leg over even them. I'll let my response letter speak for itself and go look over the finest known example of a rare American numismatic icon that will someday bring the inner circle respect that today, and for the foreseeable future, I could give a fuck about.


“FUCK YOU”

I'll update this when I hear his response to my reply quoted above.