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Auctioning has been a part of my life since I was eight or so. My parents were consumed by the Ebay craze around 1999-2000, and they have yet to come out of it. They make pretty good money selling dead peoples records, CD's, jewelry, and all other sorts of curios. Today I went with my mother to the guardian auction, for what it seems like the millionth time.

I really miss having horses. Today this little guy was staring at me at a stop light. It just reminded me of my horse Lilian (deceased) even though that horse looks nothing like her.

A row of dead peoples junk.

Hail satan. And his trashed car.

BIG boxes full of dead peoples junk.

The roach coach is a prime example of the dirty:good food ratio.

Outside the auction.

I hope I never get as fat as this. I don't want to have to worry about keeping my fat tucked into my pants. Only when people are disgusting as this I wonder who has sex with them or if they even have sex anymore. Or better yet, who finds this attractive? I've seen some attractive chubby guys, but not this kind.

The one in the red hair is my mothers arch nemesis. She once tried to guilt my mom into letting her have sterling flatware (its expensive) that my mom already paid for because her autistic son loves to bend spoons. If you think that's reasonable its pretty much bullshit. The old ladies at the auction compare her to a cat because she rubs up on their husbands and chats them up.

Creepy guy in the light plaid shirt. He's always given me a pedophile kind of vibe. When I was smaller he would always single me out from my parents and try to talk to me and offer me things. I thought that when I would become of age the creepy vibes would go away. Unfortunately, they're here to stay.

OH! Watch The Cove. It's one of the best documentaries I've seen in a while. It's a film that desperately needs recognition.