This Saturday our neighbors with the OZZY mural above their garage approached us and told us to stop over. The past weekend they had a colossal garage sale. Now they were giving the stuff away. The story goes that they got kicked out and the guy had no where to go. He had OZZY tattoos, and maybe a SLAYER tattoo as well. He was a nice guy and he showed us around his yard. He had a pink vase, some oil lamps. His boat was mine if I wanted it - it just needed a tire on the trailer and a throttle cable. He displayed a pink glass vase, ours for the taking.

We took a butter dish. I felt bad for the guy. Dispite the occasional shouting matches that arise from their yard (MOTHERFUCKER YOU AIN'T WELCOME HERE NO MORE!) the guy seemed pretty cool. I mean, shit, it must be hard to have to spread all your wordly belongings out on your yard and try to sell them, and then try to give them away, and finally just drive off and leave them.

I feel for you, Ozzy Neighbor. Good luck man. Keep on rocking in the free world.

Oh yeah, he also had one of those things you see in old tv shows and movies where you put the strap around your back and it's supposed to vibrate your fat off. I have to admit, it was tempting.

Pretty soon it'll all get cleaned up and they'll sell it. Maybe the landlord will paint over that Ozzy mural, maybe he'll sell it cheap, maybe he'll rent it out to another metal-head.