The Collector Inspector

Summer is the time when estate sales and garage sales are in high gear. Here’s a comic for those who enjoy going to these sales.

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This story is 100% true. There was a room in my dead neighbor’s home which was devoted to storing enough porno mags to fill a Barnes and Noble, that is, if said Barnes and Noble was run by Al Goldstein or Larry Flint. Crazy, huh?

The free speech absolutist in me briefly considered buying the whole lot of magazines and then opening a local smut shop. But alas, that get-rich-quick scheme is a bust thanks to magazine-buying porn purveyors have mostly moved over to internet porn.

Although I guess I could have bought them and patiently waited for a renewed nostalgia craze in old time skin mags, but god forbid I should die before I could cash in. Were that to happen, my estate sale neighbors would mistake MY x-rated souvenir investment as a pack rat’s perversion.

No thanks.

As it stands, I have far too many books about nude painting, deranged artists, and radical philosophers, that’ll create enough of a stir amongst the uptight, starched collars in my neighborhood!

By the way, when I mentioned the obscure tool collector, there was a tool at that estate sale which was so odd I had to buy it.

If anyone knows what this is, please let me know. I think it’s either for shucking peas or it’s a medieval device that pulls wisdom teeth.

Cheers,

Ed