junk

I went to see an apartment yesterday in Williamsburg. I didn't like it. On my way back to the subway, I stopped by a large overpriced thrift store off the Bedford stop called Junk.

I was surprised to see large numbers of old personal photographs for sale. How did the shop come by all these pictures? They were very captivating to look at - birthdays, smiling people, biracial couples, graves.

Lots of these old phones for sale. Sale I use figuratively, because they were actually $40 each. wtf?

more wtf?

Also, I found the same clock that Cerrito inherited from his brother and hangs in his apartment because his grandmother hates it.

Also I want?