[ WP ] You run an RPG pawn shop . You haggle with adventurers who try to sell loot they 've acquired .

Early in the morning, the side of the street appeared wet and black. I wondered what had happened there the night before when I walked up to my storefront. I stood at the door and jangled my keys, separating the proper one and sliding it into the hole. 
 `` Is someone in here?, I said as I stood in the entry way. 
 I swore that I had heard something. 
 Uncertain, I walked towards the cash register, opened it and thumbed through the cash. I looked around. 
 `` Look at all this crap, fuck.'' 
 I went back over to the front, flipped on the fluorescent `` open'' light and starred out the window. It was a beautifully sunny L.A day, and I did n't feel much this way or that. I was n't sad, I was n't happy. I was just there standing at my storefront waiting for someone to come in to buy my crap. And it was just a bunch of garbage after all. But it was my garbage, and I had a sort of sentimental connection to each piece that sat in my store. When something left, I remembered it. I remembered how it smelled, how the person looked that took it away from me, and I wondered if they would take care of it. For instance, one time this little girl came in with her Father. She was about four years old, and was a bit spoiled, I could tell. Her Father was a nice man, replying gently to her when she asked for the massive organ in the back room. Finally, about after a half hour she had settled on this ugly off-brand possibly homemade folk art bear. The bear had two black eyes the size of dimes, a large red felt smile and two plump little ears. The girl obviously adored this bear. She kept looking it, she loved it. I just gave her the thing for free. It was weird of me, and I startled myself by doing it. But I do n't know what had come over me. I was just doing alright that day I guess. 

