Have you ever had a friend that whined about everything? If it was cold, it was too cold, if it was hot, it was too hot. Essentially if he was awake he was whining, that is the story of this dude.

I remember the first day that I met him, well I heard him before I saw him. He was complaining about how crappy the units were and how hard it was to make money.  This was 2002

A unit I bought he looked at me like I was crazy as I shut the door, he  even told me I paid too much. I never met this little bitch before. I paid $500 and made $3200.00 if this was bad, I wondered what good was.

He is one of those people who sit in front of the fireplace and expects heat, but he never lit a match nor put a log in the rack. Some how it is just suppose to happen. Please believe there are many people, who lack the courage to go after what they want, it never their fault it is always someone else fault.

He was on the auction trail long before I was, albeit part time, those were the good old day when you would  go to an auction and there were five, six or seven people all day. If he was not getting it in back then …..oh well,  shit was easier than pie back then. If you were not making a lot of money prior to 2008 you were a damn fool.

You can still make a lot of money but takes work and some business acumen now, plus there is more competition. Alas, the reason you are not doing so well is my fault. Yep, I am the sole reason for your lack of success.

I wrote a book and all of these people descended on the auction trail, and made his life miserable. It is my fault that people now know of auctions, never mind that they are a legal procedure and are advertised for weeks, nope I am culpable for all of his woes.

I have not bought a unit in well over a year, I was writing love poems and enjoying life, but it is my fault he has never hit it big, it is my fault that is struggles.

If you are reading this, more than likely you are. In my best Shaft voice “ MUTHERSUCKER PLEASE!!!!”  Get over yourself and change your drawers. You have never been shit and more than likely on your present trajectory you will never be shit.

You are like Jamie Foxe’s s character in the movie  “Collateral” you want so much out of life but you put so little into life. Yo! It is a matter of sowing what you reap, not a matter if I whine loud enough it  will come to be, son, life doesn’t work that way!

A quote from the movie –“

This is you whiney boy, you bitch and moan but you were never going to do shit anyway. I have guys who bought my book six months ago in other states making 3-7k a month net profit. Do you even know what a net profit is you masturbating eunuch (look it up) so you have not excuse except that little whiney boy in the mirror.

Personally I think it all those years of  sperm build up that makes you such displeasure to be around. Here are some  tips wash your ass, shave go have a drink and hit on a woman, enjoy life, get some ass and laugh. You may find that life is not that freaking bad.

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Some folks swear they would never wear the clothing of another person. From my experience of a running thrift store there are thousands that will, some folks look for pre-owned first. Avoiding the mall at every juncture.

I was warned when I got in the business I would get a lot of clothes. Boy! That was the truth man! There was a plus in this; a huge plus I learned clothing is one of the biggest sellers on the planet. Who do you know that doesn’t wear clothes?  Exactly!

I have a friend that owns a consignment shop and she does a phenomenal business selling mostly clothing, in this recession her business went up 30% if you know anything about having a store you know 30% is like unheard of in increased business without increasing you store size, marketing or something. Call it a sign of the times. Cost containment is sexy.

A much unexpected byproduct of being a storage unit addict is how much new gear you can get for yourself. There is nothing like opening a box of new Polo gear in your size with tags still hanging. Christmas on Tuesday!

To this day I do not understand why someone would buy new clothes, never wear those new clothes and then put those items in a storage unit to only lose new clothing they never wore. Damn strange if you ask me! From tops to bottoms I have seen it all.

Boggles my imagination to no end…

This is happens far more than you know. We are a society of clothes whores, many people have a closet or two with clothing they have not worn in years! I dated a chic that had a spare room full of clothes, I am not kidding! If you do not have a spare room to house your couture where does this stuff end up?

In a storage unit of course, with the white xmas tree and the large white stuffed animal that guy you kinda of sorta liked but he was popcorn, so you ditched him but kept the bear for some strange reasons. We have got to be the biggest nation of clothes whores on the planet!

Some auction folks throw the clothes away or donate them. We actually had someone go through everything; you would be amazed at what sells. It can be funny what you find in those clothes, cash, jewelry, letters (I love letters) guns, a lot of chain and gum….tons of gum. The cats from Philly were good on the mints!

I use to be very casual about clothing, during the course of cleaning out units you rip soil and just really wear out a lot of clothing.  I would wear my best gear, because I knew I could replace it faster than I wore it out!  When you know sooner or later you are going to get some wonderful stuff it makes you flinch when you see a pair of jeans in the mall for $120.00

“120.00!!!! for some jeans! I can a whole new wardrobe form $120.00” I have done that a 100 times in my mind, storage unit auctions can make you very thrifty. Sometimes extremely thrifty to the point of comedy, many long time auctions hounds have not seen the inside of a mall or store in decades.

I remember one cat saying “if it was not in a bin I don’t want it”- scary!

One of the joys of living in the A, is so many people regardless of their social economical status are going to have some rocking gear. I cannot count how many units I bought for $10.00 dollars or less that I got 30-50 pieces of fly gear to rock. Once I got bored with it, I would recycle it through the store.

Apparently I had really good taste; the stuff I recycled usually would sell within a few days of hitting the sales floor. Most of my former storage locker gear sold the fist day. Sometimes I would hide it to see if the regulars would find it. Yes, I am twisted like that.

Women are the most beautiful and caring creatures on the earth unless you are talking about shoes! I can not count how many women would get in a tiff or worse because someone would be trying to get an item they had set aside.

We got a fashonista’s unit and the girl was a 10-12 and shoe size 8.5-9 this is a really sweet spot in terms of the sizes that sell. Sista girl must have had well over two thousand articles of clothing in her units and maybe close to hundred pair of shoes.

CHA- CHING!

She had a pair of leather boots that were wicked, never heard of the name and she must have picked them up in Europe. They were black, with laced backs and sliver toe clip and heel point. Had a very chic urban feel, two women almost came to blows over those boots!

I am at the counter wondering who should I put my money on, the skinny girl with the tats or the short fire plug of a woman. I was thinking slim would pull it out she had a young money criminal  look about her and you know that saying it is not the size of the gangsta chick but the size of the gangsta in the chick, slim looked like she would shank you quick.

It was getting ugly, so I stepped in and suggest they try the shoes on before they got into thrift store smack down. The short one could not get the boots over her large calves and the skinny one started doing the happy dance when she saw this. Shorty just walked off hissing “bitch” lil bit was like “I am the bitch with the fly boots!”

There is a lot that happens in a store, believe me.

We got a lot name brand items form the units. Some of the price tags were eye popping. I have held in my little pudgy fingers $120 t shirts, $450 dollar jeans, $1000.00 dollar shoes, $ 450.00 scarves and the list goes on and on.

If this stuff was not 100% straight in terms of style, be defect free it did not go on eBay. I will say some eBay buyers can be a pain in the ass. They want perfection and speed for a penny. It does not matter if it is clearly noted in the listing that there is scratch, spot or some other defect.  Some will gloss over it.

They received it and want their money back; this is HUGE on the clothing side. So be warned if you want to sell clothing on eBay, it is profitable but know you will be dealing with some personalities.

In a word OPC makes money.

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Storage unit auction brings out all types of folks, some good some bad; this is a case of the good getting bad.

A few years back this really odd looking couple starts showing up at the auctions. Stranger than freakin strange, she was taller than he was. That right there makes you stick out in a crowd, most women don’t like dating a guy their height let alone a man significantly shorter than they are, and it doesn’t happen that often.

Quite a pair she looked like a 1970 musical reject with a huge fluff of blond hair with a bad highlight job, the type of chick that thinks wearing a midriff  showing shirt with a belly  and side stuffing is cute ( PEWWWWWWWW) well the dude he looked just , well just  stupid kinda of like Opy growing up on crack.

One thing about some auction folks they do not care how they dress, it comes from getting your wardrobe out of units , as long as it fit they were down with the clashing of the OPC ( other people clothes) I was one of the more  stylishly dressed folks out there, which meant my shit matched.

When you are new, people noticed you and point and talk. She added fuel to the fire to make sure that everyone knew that was her boyfriend, not her husband-who cares?  She had a very colorful personal life and was quick to share it with anyone that would listen.

In the auction game it is all about the units, there is a certain amount of gossip that goes on but that was like  no biggie, read gossip is when Bruce was breaking into units and was on WSB 5PM edition, now that was juicy.

I noticed very early on that Buffy wore the pants in the family, she did all of the bidding and well dude kept looking stupid. She would bid whatever she had to bid to get the unit and it quickly became clear that you could take her for a ride quite quickly.

I also deduced that he had to leave his nuts at home when he came to auctions alone, his bidding was much lower than her style somewhat like a lake and an ocean in terms of disparity.

As the weeks went by, it was very strange that her bidding increased, I know for fact she lost her ass on several units, I was there when they unloaded many, and she lost money more than half on her units. But she did not seem to be bothered one way or the other.

Later on I learned why.

Buffy had a store with a gambling operation (machines more in the back if you catch my drift) she was warned about more than once. Well Buffy had a record and she had been arrested several times.  So Buffy was not as crazy as I originally thought she was, just a common criminal, well I guess this would fall under organized crime.

She was making so much money form the gambling it drew attention to her like flies to a summer barbecue.

She need a way to justified her money so she came to auctions not make money but to wash money! I was like giving me a freaking break, so I decided to reduce her margins on some of those illegally gotten gains.

I just started opening bid at ridiculous prices if they were at the auction, I knew she was going to the mat, so I decided to raise the ante; this went on for a few months. They did not go to as many auctions as I did, so I was still able to get great stuff for the store and become an infernal pain in her ass.

One day I noticed I had not seen Buffy in a minute…yep; you guessed it she was in the poky again! This left boy dick-less to fend for him self, can we say he was eaten alive. Buffy makes bail and it starts all over again.

Yet this time it was a little different there was some people she would not mess with, they were from her neck of the woods, I quickly deduced they had something on her, otherwise she would unload the bidding fury of a nutcase on them.  Before I could find out she just left me alone. I was at a big auction and got seven units at normal prices and she did not say a word. Go figure.

Last I heard she was in jail…again, I wonder will she be on an episode of C.O.P.S?

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There are always new and fun folks coming out to auctions, with the insular mindset of the regulars new comers are looked upon either disdain and suspicion , unless the are really cute!

The auctions bring out all types of people, mostly curiosity seekers that just get in the way. Most folks have no idea on what you can find in a storage unit, so the premise leans more toward the crazy side. However, some folks come out on a really good day and they see what is popping out of those rooms.

On a sunny winter day Blondie shows up, she is not the typical curiosity seeker, she is model cute, model thin and driving a brand spanking new Lexus. We all scratched our heads this did not make any sense. Perhaps she is here to pay up a unit, which really did not bother me; we had twenty four at this location which meant I was going to see some really good stuff.

I saw here sign in and noticed it got real quiet behind me. I looked and the deliverance crew was drooling like a pack of hounds. Hmmm…. this is going to be interesting I thought to myself. Normally when an attractive female shows up the Peacock behavior begins, all fluff and feathers and no substance.

At the first unit they did not fail to provide the rich comedy that makes coming to the auctions a trip! “Hey little lady” said Bubba a five foot two mass of funk and hair, I hated getting around this dude in the summer. Soap to this dude was like kryptonite to Superman.

Blondie visibly recoiled and looked like she wanted to barf. Next thing I know she is right next to me, must have been the Polo cologne I dabbed on from the unit I bought at the previous property. You get a lot of smell good out of units.

Bubba and General Lee were not happy about this! I can honestly say, I have never experience racialism out on the auction trail, the only color that matter was green, this was new, and so I decided to push it. (With their attention in the wrong area I got some units far cheaper than normal.)

“What is your name?” I inquired of little Blondie “Heather” she replied and this lead to a little small talk , a few laughs, the more she laughed the more Bubba got pissed, as if, his smelly ass had a chance with Blondie under any circumstances! I found a new way to piss off folks at the auctions, which is part of the fun. To really add piss to an already shitty day for Bubba I actually put my arm around Blondie showing her a unit I bought.

She did not mind and but Bubba did! After it was over, well all went our separate ways; I had a girl so, I did not pursue Blondie. However a few weeks later, I saw Bubba and he could not wait to ask about Heather. “Y’all sure looked cozy, you and that little girl, how did it work out for you?” I looked him dead in the eye “She looked pretty happy, when I left her in bed this morning” and walked off.

All of the intrigue and suspense of the storage auction world brings out the most colorful and over the top personalities. Stan the Man was one of those folks. Being only five five me thinks he was the owner of a large portion of little man syndrome. This clearly had a lot to do with his outlandish behavior on and off the auction trail. He was out there at least seven years before I started going out to the storage unit auctions; you would think he was a vet!

He also said some of the illest ish I have ever heard a guy say about his wife. Really downright rotten stuff, some quite shocking, I even told him if it was that bad divorce her. He once said he only married this woman to be a mother to his young daughter. He did not ever love her.

Stan was the kinda of guy that gave Edison the filament for the light, did the formula for the light bulb developed it and got robbed. But any day one of those penny stocks he was trading was going to blow up! “I am telling you, it is going to happen”. He was often heard to say.

Stan had seen everything, been everywhere and has done everything you can think of under the sun and if you let Stan tell it on the sun too! Stan and I never bumped heads that much at the auction, we had totally different tastes and he provided me with a tremendous source of laugher and sometime bewilderment.

He sold is stuff at the Lakewood Antique Market , which is why we never got into it, he was looking for the old and odd stuff, I was looking for the newest, cleanest stuff possible plus furniture.

Stan was a former golf pro and he said he did well enough to retire and bless us with his presence according to his view of the story. He had tremendous wealth in the stock market, oodles and oodles of loot, but he never bid high, unless he was running someone up. Never made any sense to me, nope not a lick..

I was hanging out with Stan one day and I noticed he was somewhat despondent and quiet. “My wife left me?” he said, I have never seen this dude act so solemn. “I came home and she said she had enough and she left that day” Honestly, I was not surprised nor did I feel sorry for him. I looked at this way, what he said at the auction it had to be a hundred times worse at home.

Over the course of a few weeks, his situation rapidly deteriorated, he started looking like one of those hill people, a really funky one. He lost weight, at least twenty pounds. He went unshaven and was looking quite scruffy! After a bit of time I never saw Stan the Man again, I guess he took it hard when that woman he did not love left his ass. But you ask me he looked and acted like some that lost the love of his life.

After my first year in the business and literally wearing myself down to a hub, I decided to start hiring loaders. Moving a small unit is a not problem, but those big ones, it is a total household move. Imagine what you went through on your last relocation, getting the stuff from the truck to your new home. Well that is what you do when you clean out a 10 x 20 unit!

I overheard one of the regulars say that he used some Mexicans to clean out a unit and they did a great job. I had three units to clean out and I had already cleaned out six early in the week. Every muscle in my body was screaming. It would be nice to sit back and direct while someone else did the heavy lifting.

I needed to get those units vacated out in the next forty eight hours. My back was aching and the flesh was weak. I was heading up to Cumming to pick up some nice ones. Well before you know it I was in the front of the Home Depot surveying the scene, a throng of Mexicans were close to the street; as soon as I pulled in I had a sea of men running towards the truck.

Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!, Thunk!, Thunk! Thunk! These came so quick they rocked my truck hitting it so hard trying to get in! I was in Melvin the twenty six foot truck, which I have scared many an Atlanta motorist in! So I picked the three that looked like brothers (they were) then we were off.

Cumming is about an hour from the shop and I had two 10 x 10s up there, mostly heavy furniture with a lot of smalls and some hidden items. In short order, we arrived, I was half way there when I picked up my Latino brothers, these guys were fantastic! They had those two unit cleaned out in less than an hour. It would have taken me two and half may be three hours by my lonesome. We were making good time; I decided to take this stuff back to the warehouse and get the big unit in Decatur.

Off loading is tremendously easy compared to loading and having a dock is wonderful. These guys had the truck cleaned out in thirty minutes and we were off. When we got to the storage facility there was this guy that had very crackish look about self.

“Big man if you need any help I just need a couple of dollars to catch the bus.” I knew this unit was full of heavy office furniture and the more help that they had the less I would have to do. My back was okay dude you know I want no part of those desks and credenzas. So I told him to follow us.

This would later prove to be my first mistake of the day.

This unit was two 10 x 20s with the wall taken down, I had taken out the phone systems and chairs already, just leaving all of those desks! The Mexicans start looking at each other like what the hell did we get ourselves into!

The crackhead (yes he was his finger tips were burnt up) “man I did not sign up for this shit!, you got any small stuff to move?” “Dude it is the desks or nothing, you make the decision…” Reluctantly, he started moving stuff and complaining the whole time after five minutes I could not take it anymore. I gave him five dollars and fired his ass.

The Mexicans were making all types of groaning noises and there was lot of talk in Spanish (perhaps cussing me out?) they were not moving as fast as before, the desks were solid wood and quite heavy. They were making consistent progress; I did not know if the lift would give out, it was making some strange sounds.

“Big man, that five was not enough” I looked up and burnt fingers was back, like I said this was my first mistake of the day, he was one of those guys that felt the world owed him something. “yo big man, can you help me out” “NO” he was working my that vein that pops up on your fore head when you just can take it any more! I got three guys busting ass and this guy wants something for nothing.

Now the comedy come, burnt fingers is doing a two step to some imaginary tune in his head. “I got to get my groove on, big, man, it is cold out chere” I just ignored burnt fingers and we are getting close to the end. It is December and the Mexicans are dripping sweat and burnt fingers is now doing the Electric Slide.

Last desk in and Melvin is full from the roota to the toota, the Mexicans are in the truck, taking advantage of the heat. I had turned the truck on to keep the lift from killing the battery, did not want be stuck over here.

As we were leaving I see burnt figures doing the Smurf, only in the hood only in the hood.

Being a full time auction hound, you get to know other members of your industry.( so you think) you are accepted into the club. When you are on the other side of stupid you forget everyone is out for self in the auction business. I kept thinking everyone is like me! ( HA!). I was copiously consuming my dumbass pills on a blustery winter morning when I agreed to partner up with Monty.

Monty and I got in the auction game around the same time and we got along well. We split bread and discussed our grand ambitions. We were going to be to the auction business what Payless was to the shoe game. At this juncture we both had perhaps nine months in the business. New folks team up, because the old heads do not talk to you. Hey, it gets lonely out there.

Little did I know Monty’s former drug dealer habits were not a thing of the past. He told me straight up what he use to engage in, which got him seven years, could have been more but he cut a deal ( bad sign never trust a snitch!). Yes, it gave me pause, but he was married, with kids and out here busting his hump cleaning the rooms. He could not still be in large?

….I was so close to wrong people though we were married.

Well yes, he was, and I did not find out until I invested well over $20,000.00 in inventory with him. That should have been l over $100,000 in sales. But he kept coming up short. I had a store and he had a store. I went over and set up his eBay process, which was going well. He should have paid me to do that, but we are partners….(sigh) live and learn.

He kept saying the store was not selling that much, but every time I went over there stuff was gone! After about a second of contemplation I decided to repossess my half of the inventory, there was about $9,000.00 worth of inventory in his shop. I told him man to man our partnership had come to a fork in the road and we needed part ways, I came with trucks and four Mexicans.

“Yo Glendon, I really need this stuff” I am looking at him like he is on crack “Yo Monty , I need my money” a quizzed and stressed look started to etch its presence all over his face. “Well you see, what happened was …..I am paying back Jon Jon” “Jon Jon has nothing to do with me” then I got my crew to moving. You know what is coming after , well you see what happen… is never a good thing.

This fool was using the money from the sale of our inventory to pay his debts! Apparently I had a don’t even try it look written all over my ire, he just stood there looking stupid. It was not as bad as I though, once I got the stuff back to my place I was able to almost tripe my original outlay, good thing I acted when I did.

World got out I was hard to work with and some people used that as an excuse to bid harder against me. Reaching the point of utter frustration, I cashed in a CD and well ape on those fools for a week I bought everything I wanted regardless of the cost. Word got out don’t f#$% with the kid. I learned a lot from all of this make sure your partner is stronger in knowledge, capital, contacts and resources than you are, if they are not you have a problem. The other more important lesson was the auction dudes did not have as much money as I thought they did, not even close!

All was well in the world again.

Sometimes the intense energy of auctions may induce one to lose their mind. When a really good unit is shown hope reaches new level and so does the madness. After you have been in the business for a while you become very intimate with what can be in a unit.

I have gotten Krazy Glue to Krugerrands out of units, however the best units I ever got you could not tell what was in them! All the good stuff was hidden, in boxes, in the back the unit or no one knew the value of the item(s) what they were looking over.

It is often that new people that come out to a auction are often stunned at the auctions numbers that are being shouted out. More than once I have seen, quite a bit of head shaking when the bid escalated. With plenty eye popping bewilderment going around.

So that is why we do not like new people at the auctions, too much uninformed chit chat and silly questions. When you have no ideal what you can find in a unit, it seems crazy to see people bidding hundreds to thousands of dollars on a unit full of boxes. However…..

Some people do carried away, I was downtown at a little hide away storage facility. That was a my little honey hole. Love that place! Well, one day, the news got out about this place and we had a huge crowd. Fortunately, it was an off month and they only had a so so number of units.

I knew the property manager well and he told me that they did not have anything good. Which kept my expectations in check, one of the new folks was not so pragmatic. He was quite loud and obnoxious, I am going to get me some good stuff and on and on.

We get to a unit and it has the inventory of an old club, the bridges for the lights, several large speakers, old refrigerators, chairs, tables and anything else you can find in a club. I assessed the unit at $250-$300.00 max. Because all of the stuff was at least 12-15 years old, I also knew that the stuff had been in storage for five years, which means the electronics more than likely did not work or will have issues.( they did not work) and the rest of the stuff was just average.

Mr. Loud, just yell out “Jerry I will put a G on it!” Everyone just started laughing; he was expecting someone else to bid higher. No one was going to touch that bid! Going once, going twice! Sold to the fool in the blue shirt!

The moral of this story is know, what the hell you are bidding on!

The End!

When you become a regular on the auction set, you start to notice some strange things. On of those things being how many people you see on a regular basis, that never, ever, buy anything but will get in your way when you are trying to access a unit!

But that is not the worst; the worst are the property managers who treat the storage facility property as their own fiefdom. Having order is one thing, but some were as bad as the soup Nazi!

This story was about one who I later on became very cool with her. But in the beginning it was rough.

There is this property in Snellville, the property manager is a veteran, I knew it the first time I saw her, well heard her. She was completely anal (cool peeps when no one else was around) she ran the auction like a drill instruction runs physical training. From how many people were in the office to where you cars were parked. She pissed off so many people they stopped going to her property. (This was cool by me)

On hot summer day, so hot it was sticky, one of the deliverance people wanted to try her. He was a big ole lump of a man. He had that the-family-tree-doesn’t split look. About six four and perhaps weighed as much, just call him Baby Huey.

He was going on and on how much he hated this property and he was going to give the “Queen” a piece of his mind.

“Well by all means tell me what is on your mind?” He did not know she was right behind him. I never knew someone could turn so red, so quickly; he started stammering and stuttering as she walked him back to one of the trucks. “Queen” was not that big, it was a case of the not the size of the dog in the fight but the size of the fight in the dog. My money was on the Queen!

“If you don’t like this fucking place you can leave right now, if you leave don’t come back!” She hissed! “Oh it is okay, just had a bad day, Baby Huey whimpered. She looked at him and walked back in the office.

Once the door closed the uproar of laughter and jabs begin, “you sure told her” life on the auction trail can be very entertaining.

The storage unit auctions bring out all types of strange and colorful personalities. Ranging from the person that is about to lose all of his worldly possessions to the crackpot that comes out to the auctions. Many people tend to be other than self, when they have an audience. This at times can be a straight path to comedy and frustration on the auction trail.

Well… our little segment today is about someone that I feel is in the closet and is dying to come out! For the sake of protecting the guilty we will call him “Burger King Pants” the rationale for this nomenclature will be very evident shortly.

I remember meeting “Burger King Pants” dude about six years ago; we were up in Roswell at a very hot spot for the good stuff. It was a strange little room that should have only gone for $50.00 so this fool took it up to $200.00! He was on my list from that point on; he was one that did not like to lose. So pushing him was elementary easy.

After a few months of this, he started to realize I was not going to go away so in a strange way we became quasi friends. I got to know more about him and his ego and dirty little secret. He was always making these comments about gay guys, out of the blue. I just thought he was a homophobe.

There was a group of us that kinda sorta worked together (be careful with this, it is called collusion and it is illegal) “Burger King Pants” was there and he did his little song and dance about his pants. This is how dipwad would start off, “hey I got my Burger King Pants on” I had a puzzle look scrawled across my face, then to the punch line “home of the Whopper!” I walked away this was not even in the same zip code as funny.

Did I say there was nothing but dudes around when he told this joke? Did I say he lived with his mother at the age of 49? Did I say in six years of knowing this cat I have never seen him look at a woman! It did not dawn on me that this guy was gay, until that day. It became really clear.

We were in a section of town with a very well know large gay male population. He always made that auction! It was a rainy dreary day; we were all gathered under the breezeway. A brand new Porsche pulls up, a black 911, this car commands attention. The Porsche pulls to a stop and all I see are some of the best legs ever stepping out. A Buckhead goddess gets out. 5.5 a body to die for and tanned. We all are drooling and “Burger King Pants” was talking about his whopper….

The End