The Curse of the Garage Sale

(adapted from my tumblr post. don't tell the blog-police.)


Recognized by Playboy Magazine to be the "Coolest Store", Big Fun is the coolest store.

Situated somewhere between a gas station and a Chipotle in Cleveland, Ohio, Big Fun has all things nostalgic. And I really do mean all things. I walked in and my brain almost had to pre-emptively knock me unconscious to protect me from the explosion of childhood memories you experience when you see a GI Joe circa 1989. There were literally hundreds of transformers, He Man toys, and Garbage Pail Kids.

I recognized a Dinobot named Slag.

A metalic looking triceratops transformer from my childhood which was unfortunately carried away by the excitement of a few garage sale bucks. I was heart-broken to find out that it cost $75. This was a cautionary tale.

Do not get rid of your toys! None of them. My dad got rid of his comic books. Superman number one and the like. Comic books which, today, would be worth tens if not hundreds of thousands of dollars collectively. Not joking.

I got rid of boxes and boxes of He-man, Power Rangers, Transformers, and Swamp Thing collectibles (Oh god...The MEGA-ZORD!!!). Not only am I now unable to sell them for sky-high stacks due to the fact that 2009 Jonny does not have these killa toys, but I can't play with them! Unless I want to part with some seriously mad cheddar.

Do not get rid of your toys, and don't let your children get rid of their toys.

I miss you Slag.

So very much.