Boxes of Enlightenment part 2

When you box up your things you tend to begin a process of devaluing or over inflating the worth of your individual possessions. You keep the Kirk mug again. You leave behind the book on Tarot card reading. You shave off a few things, and covet a few others. The last time I gave up a beloved plant, but this time around our apartment has killed off almost all organic matter with its merciless blasts of heat and blinding sunlight. Even the cactus died. So there are no plants to mourn our give up this time. Instead, I will surrender up an air conditioner or two, a television and its stand and a few other non-sentimental items. The television was adopted by a caring family in Connecticut where I am sure it will receive the care it needs, and live out its live in a carefree existence.

The air conditioners are another story. If we leave them around, then we will invite the horror to our front door. It will be them: those post-apocalyptic-like, Mad Maxian scavengers who maraud and terrorize the streets of Brooklyn, tearing apart any discarded possession in the hopes of finding that most rarified of items: the copper substance. It drives men to drink. It makes women sell themselves on street corners. And our air conditioners are valuable sources of this most desired metal. It will be salvaged by these beastly men and women. They will mercilessly extract any bit of valuable copper from the belly of the unit and in turn release gob-loads of freon into the Brooklyn air.

So I guess I will give the air conditioners to my parents. Or anyone else. Anyone who does not carry wire shears in their back pockets that is.

So now to the point of this entry: Does anyone need a 9000 BTU window unit air conditioner? Anyone?