On Saturday I wandered down to see The Book Dumpster House get auctioned off. I'd spent a lot of time daydreaming about the former resident and his million discarded books, so I wanted to see the story through.
Before the auction I had a quick wander through the house. It was a lot less romantic than I had imagined. It was completely bare, but still looked horribly grotty and neglected. Filthy wallpaper dripped with foul black stains. Different carpet in every room. Dingy, dark, depressing. Maybe the books were actually better off going to the dump than staying in there, after all.
It was my first ever auction. Wow, what an eye-opener. I had the sweats and heart palpitations, and I was just an onlooker. Anyway, the place finished up in the hands of a young family. They got it for $820K. Amazing. Nearly a million dollars for a ramshackle pile of squalor. Heady days.
Before the auction I had a quick wander through the house. It was a lot less romantic than I had imagined. It was completely bare, but still looked horribly grotty and neglected. Filthy wallpaper dripped with foul black stains. Different carpet in every room. Dingy, dark, depressing. Maybe the books were actually better off going to the dump than staying in there, after all.
It was my first ever auction. Wow, what an eye-opener. I had the sweats and heart palpitations, and I was just an onlooker. Anyway, the place finished up in the hands of a young family. They got it for $820K. Amazing. Nearly a million dollars for a ramshackle pile of squalor. Heady days.
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