


It was probably sometime in march but I feel like this needs to be told..... Fucking Raymond, Willie, and me hit the flea market before work... in the midst of papaya, mangos, t-shirts ,cheap knifes and taser booths, among the smell of desperation i could smell a sweet sweet deal about to unfold. When i stumbled across a u-haul packed tight with records i jokingly said to the meth- head "how much for the truck load" and she quickly made it clear that was her goal when she said "500". Within a minute changed her mind to 200 dollars and would deliver them! So seeing how i didn't have space for 10,000 records, Willie aka Clutch says "my wife is gonna shit" as he hands the methhead her allowance and we funnel off to look and sort through hell.... email me if you want to come dig and get some gems. and that is not even half of them in the pictures... a bath room is filled and out of order. thank you crystal meth and bad habits alike
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