JUST LIKE THE TITLE SAYS: On the way into an estate sale yesterday, the orange up above stopped me dead in my tracks. Which, upon second thought, was weird. For a couple reasons. First, it let Jess, Cory and Ewan get a jump on me in the place. Bad form. There’s no honor among thieves. First one in the door gets has the advantage. Second, something this good, scored that easy just sitting out in the open on the porch, well, came a little too easy. I like a fight. I like having to dig, or navigate a bunch of sweating fidgets trying to make their bucks. Estate sales. Weird as shit. Weird smells.