Oooh, I knew someone who lived like that, years and years ago. He was the roommate of a friend. Literally, boxes and piles of books, comics, magazines, newspapers, floor to ceiling. Then, about two weeks ago, I wandered into a comic store in Burien, and it looked just like his house, smelled just like his house, I was flooded with memories, and then I turned a corner, and it was HIM! He runs a comic shop! He's going to be buried with 300lbs of his favorite backdated newspapers, I'm sure.
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Then, about two weeks ago, I wandered into a comic store in Burien, and it looked just like his house, smelled just like his house, I was flooded with memories, and then I turned a corner, and it was HIM! He runs a comic shop!
He's going to be buried with 300lbs of his favorite backdated newspapers, I'm sure.