scootershitstorm

three cheers for the goodwill as is shop. the nostalgia of the whole experience harks back to the days of yore where a whole basket of useless shit was $15. located on 11th between mission and market, walking in makes me feel right at home with my brothers and sisters. right as rain. doubling as a mad place of commerce in a world gone mad, and a sanctum complete with torn up couches and chairs, people sitting on the cold concrete sorting their ill gotten gains with the feeling of a middle eastern souq. giant bins with NO separation between boys and girls clothes, blankets, shoes, pillows, accessories. could i really wear that purse as a hat? why yes, i think it would make a delightful hat, try this bat instead of this old rat, try something fresher, something pleasant. a free for all, the more ridiculous the better, at these prices, i could afford to have a lapse in judgment. with an entire 55 gallon trash bag full, the total came to $18. like i was making money. the knee jerk consumer impulse at rock bottom prices. feeding from the trough of the great american surplus. usurping the aesthetic of bling bling and $40 van halen concert tee shirts with and anti-aesthetic of furry kittens and lacy cardigans. to the goodwill as is shop, i left handedly salute you. fun for the whole family.