- Vol. 05
- Chapter 01
People are so morbid. I guess it’s their way of flirting with death without going all the way.
So when I had some random objects I wanted to get rid of – a spiked dog collar, a shower curtain, a silver Zippo lighter with an embossed eagle, a ladder and an inflatable rubber boat – I went to a flea market and put a sign next to my table that said Dead People’s Stuff For Sale.
It was all gone before noon.