Ripped Off

When I was getting upset about my aunt I started coughing and that led to a virus. Been trying to rest so I read Stephen King's "On Writing". It was extremely challenging. Code for: it made me feel really insecure. He said you have to read and write a lot. I suppose 'a lot' can be subjective. Stephen King is one of the more prolific writers. He seemed to be saying that he didn't do enough. It can be quite a syndrome. Let's call it 'notenoughitis".

I bid on this sweet little pentax on ebay. It arrived totally broken. Though the auction seller didn't say that it worked, he certainly implied it. "It was my grandmother's, so I know it was taken care of."

Someone wrote to him: "Does this camera work?"

He responded: "My grandmother says it works."

I took my chances and it is broken in every spot a pentax can possibly be broken. So what? I can't help but blame myself. The signs were there but I thought it was a good risk.