Last week someone came to the junk store and offered to buy it and I told him to make me an offer I couldn’t refuse and he didn’t and I left it at that, then he was back 2 days later and wanted to rent the place and we got to play the game again. This time his offer was about $500 more than I make on a good month, how could I say no. It’s amazing how much you can improve a place with a cheap paint job.

Now I’m going to have to find another excuse to justify my pack rat lifestyle but welcome the change. What was kind of funny was the last customer was a strange woman who has a tweaker vibe to her and I gave her cheap liquidated merchandise right and after I loaded up her car she said she had to get her wallet in the back seat and drove away in a flash, a nice ending to a career, maybe I made the right choice but right now I feel like the end of a long running sitcom that ends with a closed sign turning off just before the credits roll.

I’m going to miss going to yard sales for a living and not sure if I’m qualified to do anything else so it should be interesting. In a month this place will be recreational marijuana store, so I’m changing from slum lord to drug lord overnight.

The 8 tracks use to be on the left mini shelf in the 3rd photo.