An EZ Curl Bar

Two weeks ago. (I've been busy.) An EZ Curl Bar. I've gotten a lot From The Grey Box this past year, but I've never been as shocked to find something therein as when I found this. The thing is, I used to have the very same EZ Curl Bar, but last year, when I was moving from my last West End apartment into my current West End apartment (a move of only a few blocks, across Denman Street, from East to West, that's had an immeasurable impact on my quality of life - surely I live in the best few blocks, if not actually on the best corner, in all of downtown Vancouver), it was taken from a third floor hallway in the time it took to me to unload an elevator's worth of my stuff on the ground floor. At the time I thought some bastard had stolen it, but I know more now than I did then about the economy of leaving and taking things in hallways, lanes and grey boxes in the West End, and in hindsight it's obvious to me that someone just thought it had been left in the third floor hallway for whoever wanted it. (Further to this, I often do my laundry and take out my recycling at the same time, which often means I'm leaving my laundry just outside the laundry room - i.e. right next to the grey box - and I often worry that someone's going to take my laundry in the time it takes to sort my recycling outside. What's even weirder is that increasingly more articles of my clothing are coming From The Grey Box, meaning someone could end up with their own clothes, smelling better or worse, depending.) (Also further to this, the end of the month is always the best time to check the grey box - when one's packing up all of one's belongings, it's a lot easier to leave stuff one don't want in the grey box than it is to Craigslist it.) The point is (if there is a point) is that it's only fitting that it's been a only a matter of time before an EZ Curl Bar (if not my EZ Curl Bar) ended up back in my hands, which hands are, two weeks later, connected to appreciably stronger wrists, forearms, biceps, triceps and pectorals. Honestly, sometimes I feel like buying anything at all is a waste of money. (My rent notwithstanding - there's a price to pay for living where I live, which price is of course mitigated by the grey box.) The Freegans know what they're fucking doing. I feel like I'm getting closer to taking a leap of faith to join them. The world could be my grey box. But for now, thanks, grey box, for continuing to amaze and inspire.