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A couple of days ago, I helped my friend Liz move out of her fancy apartment. Shes lived in San Francisco for five years, and, as landlubbers tend to do, acquired nice furniture, a bunch of art, and a few acres of books, as well as all those little Bell & Ross replica watches gewgaws that sit atop shelves and coffee tables. I was enlisted to help move the heavy things and very heavy things down three flights of stairs, so that she could transport them and store them elsewhere, until further notice. My help, unsolicited as it was, began immediately, over the phone. Sell it all! I said. Put it on Craigslist. Put it on the street. Just get rid of it!

I tend to treat unwanted objects like jank. Liz, who fancies her possessions, likes her lot of things, was not amused. And her initial experience with Craigslist some scam artist claiming he was hearing-impaired, hence the unusual shipping and payment arrangement was not encouraging. She rationalized her situation. If she couldnt sell her unwanted Rolex Datejusts replica watches furniture right away, shed put it in storage, and sell it in a few weeks. This was even worse: this was like being a slave to your possessions. Just get rid of it! I said again. Its not worth the trouble! Lizs uncle, a sailor, who was also there to help, agreed with me. While Liz crammed things into cardboard boxes, I offered to throw some stuff out her 3rd floor window. He said hes already suggested that.

We laughed: a laugh, perhaps, that only sailors can share. Liz didnt laugh. She ran around packaging things up, her life difficult, chained, apparently, to her stuff. Ive always been a minimalist, but living on a boat makes you an austere minimalist. You dont fret over things, or lament their loss. When deciding whether or not jettison Rolex Sports Models replica watches possessions, the default becomes Get Rid of It. Im sure the habit will come back to bite me in the ass later in life, but for now, Im proud of it. I am the Jank Remover, and when the question is To take or not to take, I have my answer in 3 milliseconds. Beat that processing speed, Google. So after I carried Lizs sofa bed, bookshelf, carpet, coffee table, and huge TV down the stairs, and had a couple of beers, I recalled a certain relevant literary anecdote.