Around the corner from my job, right before Bowery, is a little flea market. Well, it’s actually a huge garage/fenced-in corner with tons of junk and so-called vintage items. I passed by last night to find them packing away old mannequins. That’s when I found my dream man for only $80! I had to carry it 7 blocks to the train (because my actual train wasn’t running) earlier today. A few crude comments such as “yeah grab that ass,” and “he’s a handful” were expected, and the trip down to Brooklyn went faster than I thought. Couldn’t be happier with what I found. One mans junk is another mans treasure, I suppose.