Damn, I always forget how big this place is. Who the hell knew all this junk was in here? I didn't. Maybe Mitch knew, but he's in Sao Paolo, noodling around with deadly lasers and the like.
Hi, everyone. Yeah, we're stumbling upon all kinds of trash/treasure, now that the local realtors have us on our toes. They held an open house here last Sunday, for chrissake. What's next? Shooting an episode of House Hunters in the courtyard? I mean ... is anyone going to want to open a store in the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill?
Anyway, back to our find. There's this little room on the east side of the building. We pulled the lock off with a crowbar and found all these old hammer handles. It looked like Lester Maddox's closet. (Ask your mother.) That got me thinking: If we could sell the handles, we could pay rent on this place. Then I realized how stupid that idea is. Now, well ... I'm fresh out of ideas on how to stay in this squat house without opening a boutique of some kind. Maybe we can get Mitch Macaphee to make decorative candles in his lab. (Preferably the kind that don't explode.)
We could sell old stock out of said boutique. We've got hammer handles. There's also a bunch of old music lying around in various forms. We could sell CDs, but since we only have three full-length releases and a couple of EPs, that would make us a bit like the Scotch Boutique on 70s era Saturday Night Live. (Ask YouTube ... or your mother.) I keep digging up old recordings from ten, fifteen, twenty years ago. If people still recorded on cassettes, we could just tape over the tabs and sell those. (Ask your ... oh, never mind.)
Okay, so we're lousy capitalists. What's new? When I come up with something you're likely to pay money for, I'll let you know.
Speaking of old stock, we just dropped another installment of our occasional Ned Trek podcast. It's another Ned episode knifed out of THIS IS BIG GREEN from a couple of years back - Ned Trek 25: Not The Children One, Please!