We’re out this morning junkin’ around Portland. Jess, Dale and I.

Went to a house a couple blocks past 82nd Avenue that offered an “estate sale” which more or less amounted to a demolition-destined house with a decrepit woman who opened who doors to whoever, to sell whatever. Nothing like standing in a person’s cat piss bedroom, “shopping” for things. Goddamn. Too weird. It’s a sad world for some folks.

Here’s a snippet from the ad: “There is a way for someone with a lot of ambition to make some money here, and I need the help. I have a broken back, and need all the angels that will be sent to me from God through this ad.”

Be thankful for what you have.

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OVERWHELMING, MORE OR LESS: A big pile of “Pre-Inflationary German Currency.” Those wild Bavarians. (Sent in by Bill Zindel of Wicked-Cobra!)

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ARIGATO!: Extreme Japanese Custom Vans. At a loss for words on this one. Crazy motherfuckers. There you go. (Thanks, Mitch!)