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A few weeks after being thrown out of the Junk Mobster Shop, I saw a flyer on a bulletin board in a little coffee shop, for an estate sale. The estate sale was for a founding family of a little town and I knew it would be good. I scouted out the house the day before,…
After the Mobster Junk Shop refused to sell me anything, I swore I would never go back. I swore right out loud, in multiple phone calls, to my poor mother who probably thought she was talking to a teenager again- “Why won’t he call me?!” Instead, I was yelling, “Why won’t they sell anything to…
Every now and then, on my way around town, I would pass a shop with used appliances in its business name. It had all manner of junk piled up in the parking lot until the building itself was barely visible. Two things- when I say “all manner of” that means washers and dryers on their very…
