How could I forget the guy that was always bringing shit he stole from his friends and family to the tar dealer I used.
I was buying like every other day and Id see this guy just about everytime, which meant he was probably going every day. I only saw him with cash a handful of times, most of the time he'd have a TV, 4 boxes of nice sneakers, stereo, shit like that. Decent enough stuff to warrant a trade with this particular dealer. But of course, over time the stuff wasnt as prime: 2 bottles of laundry detergent and top sirloin one time. I actually think the dealer accepted that deal, I dont recall how much tar he got for it, but he made it clear he was pissed this dude kept bringing in the shit.
The pièce de résistance was without a doubt when he tried to trade him a USED FLESHLIGHT and a shitload of unpackaged C and D batteries. I dont know if he thought the fleshlight took batteries or if it was just part of the score. I remember his face so well as he entered the place. Totally stonefaced but with a glint of sadness.
Not unlike Buster Keaton.
I cant help but think of that dude every now and then and wonder what the fuck the people he was stealing from must have thought about the stuff that would go missing.