THE JUNK IS OUT THERE: you just gotta go looking for it. I found this wicked little rooster this morning way out on 156th and something. In a skeezy, little basement. I look forward to many a weekend of junkin’ this summer. Leigh, Ewok and I hit a couple hellholes today, so let that kick off the junkin’ season.
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