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« on: January 12, 2009, 08:04:37 AM »
best "score" was picking records out fo the garbage.
Late in nov a few years ago, i had a fractured elbow and stopped at the 24 hour post office on my way home from work. Decided to take the local roads home and got about 2 blocks from my house. As i turn the corner i see a bunch of wine boxes all neatly placed near the curb, there are about 30 boxes that stretch all the way down the curb. I look and think to myself what the hell are those magazines? I hit the brakes, throw it in reverse and pull up next to the boxes. Records! Score, maybe some old guy passed away and i can get some sweet surf and 50's instro records. I get out break the tape keeping the top flaps closed and start flipping thru. Anthrax, metallica, motorhead. Break the next box iron maiden, megadeth, manowar. Fuck i'm taking all this shit. Pop the trunk and start one arm lifting these 50+ pound boxes into the trunk. Fill the trunk, start on the back seat, pile to roof. Start on the front seat, pile to roof, start squashing in boxes anywhere they will fit. I have just about all the boxes in when a lady shows up in a car and pulls into the driveway and gets out. In a thick accent. Good take it all, you want it you can take them all. I kick into collector mode i have learned over the years. Got anything else? Small records, shirts, skateboards, cass tapes, posters??? No dat is it, no more, you take everything. She goes into the house.
By this time i'm freezing and smash the last box in and my car is on the ground. I check to make sure i didnt miss anything, and see a huge pile of garbage bags, let me pop one open. Filled with comics. I know nothing about comics, but fuck it i'm taking them all anyway. Every free space is filled with shit now. I have just enough room to shift into second gear and make it the 2 blocks home. I call 2 buddies to come over and help me get the stuff inside with my bum arm.
Since the woman said that was it i didnt think to go back the next day. The day after it rains all day long and thru the night. Next day is bright and sunny. I drive home from work and decide what the hell, let me drive past. More records. I think to myself fuck they are going to be soaked, but they must have put them out late in the day. Unfortunately they soaked up water from the wet grass, most are wet or getting wet at the bottom. All the slayer lp's, more maiden, motorhead, glam pantera, first savatage lp with original cover i take all the boxes anyway, about 8 this time and put them down the basement to dry out.
2 days later zero boys played at cb's in nyc. On the way home i'm talking to my old metalhead friend about it. Its about 3 am i decide to head home. Its lightly snowing, lets take another swing past the house. MORE RECORDS!! This time there are stacks of about 20 lp's in garbage bags with books piled on top. load up the car. Next morning i'm up and on my way over to the house. Knock on all the doors, no answer, look thru the trash and find 2 more bags of lp's i missed, a bunch of mexicans are digging thru the trash pulling out shirts, pants and other assorted things. I take a look find brand new pack of lightbulbs, wall anchors and some other stuff it made no sense to throw away. Determined to find out what the fuck is going on i leave my name number and a note. "Hey i know you said there were no more records, but i keep finding more out here. I will PAY YOU to help clean out the house if there are more records. Please get in touch."
Now i drive past 3 times a day. The note is still there. One day its gone. That night when i turn on my phone after work, there is a message from a woman Grace. She found about 100 more lp's, Call her and i can come get them. I call right away. Turns out they were here husbands, they moved into a smaller place and had no room, so he was heartbroken but they had to go! I offer to come get the records and give her money and she said it was entirely up to me. We set a date to meet up. I pass by one night with my girlfriend at the time who also liked to dig thru trash and we start pawing thru piles of stuff and furniture. Grace comes home as we're in the trash. She says hello and goes get the records, all the stones lp's, zepplin, some trashed sabbath records, cars etc. I take the crate and go itno my wallet to pay her. I planned to give her more but only had $80 in my wallet. I hand it to her and she doesnt even count it, just puts it in her pocket. She says she thinks i got everything, the night she saw me was the first night she put stuff out, also agrees she will call if she finds any more stuff. 2 days later the house was empty and she never called again.
All in all it was about 1500 lp's and 3000 comics, all from the 70's and 80's. My friend recommended my comic shop.com and the guy bought all of them for tons of money. I also sold one on ebay Hulk 181 for $508!!
I kept a bunch of the metal and thrash stuff, upgraded copies, and sold off the rest. Ended up making over 5k. I kept track of how much i sold and promised to only use the money to buy myself tasty platters. Some things were a dri dirty rotten ep test press, cia 7", features deadstock, leatherface test pressings, some nice surf stuff, all the dischord i needed, fu's lp's, really red new strings, necros ep's, los reactors 7"s, australian stuff (victims 2nd, johnny demon, suicide squad, celebate rifles etc), and some other stuff.
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