Paradise Liquor

Simon

I'd like to be able to call myself a Gold Panner one day...

When I worked the flea market a couple weeks ago a met a fellow vendor who pans for gold in the spring out at Princeton. He doesn't make money, he makes nuggets. Then it dawned on me. I could be a gold panner. I'd like to pay myself in nuggets and make about 9 nuggets per day. Then under "occupation" I can put "gold panner." I'll become explosively rich and I'll do something obnoxious with my nuggets like melt them into a belt.

I'll wear my melt belt like a feign and hide the sand trapped in my fingernails with nugget enclosed fists. I'll use some of my gold to build a time travel apparatus that needs my melt belt as the keystone for activation.

I've long had a crush on the periodic table of elements, my attraction to the metals forming a romance of sorts. Iron is in my blood and gold is in my heart. It's the only metal in my heart. If I have to dig through grains of sand to find it, then Au revoir. I'll be at the river panning with gold dusted knees and eyes that spate like the klamath.