Estate sales are strange. More so when it was a friend's estate.
It's one thing to walk through the home of a deceased friend; quite another when there are people milling around, handling things that you know are just things...but you feel like these things somehow represent the life of someone you held in high regard, and now these people, these vultures are picking clean what remains of your friend's earthly existence; and you wish those jackasses didn't have to make jokes about someone being shot in the chair they're about to purchase; and you want to scream because the cashier didn't seem to understand that the photo you just paid fifty cents for was a photograph you had taken and given to your friend as a gift and now you're buying it for FIFTY FUCKING CENTS at his estate sale...Yeah. Estate sales are strange. Sent from my iPhone