A buddy called me to fix some plumbing in a house he baught , he said the previous owners were hoarders. So I went over and the whole fucking basement was wall to wall book shelves with fucking isles!

He said the lady that owned the house was some eccentric type that hung out in NY back in the 50's around artists and writers, traveling the world etc. her husband was some sort of critic and they liked books.

I asked what he was doing with it all and he said he sold the contents of the house sight unseen to some guy that wanted it all and was going to be arriving any minute but if I wanted anything to take it now. My brain was scrambling, I didn't want to be a dick so I just grabbed two books; Tropic of Cancer and Future Shock ( and a bunch of lab equipment that was in a secretive back room lol). They were both first edition books and had newspaper clippings about Miller and Toffler among other reviews that were stuffed in the pages.

It was crazy because they had so much bad ass shit , old leather bound stuff etc. It was just too much to process and I hope it didn't all wind up in a dumpster. I wish I could have spent a few days pillaging those shelves.