So, intrigued, I packed up a few buckets full of railroad spikes from a large pile near the studio. I was all excited until I saw that I could probably get 79 dollars a ton for them, followed by close questions about their origins. There is another market for them, certain practitioners of Caribbean religions might pay five dollars each for them, but I'm not interested in dealing with those who dabble in those arts. Some forgers have turned them into high carbon knives, but again, they don't seem to lack for supply. So, hummmmm....maybe I'll put them one by one into the backyard of my friend whose property has already suffered seperate attacks of tomatos and chairs by my hand...or create a pile in the median of Roland Avenue, far from the tracks, or...what?

I say just hold onto them until Good Friday. It's just not a quality crucifixion without huge metal spikes.
Posted by: Kate | February 25, 2008 at 05:25 PM