When we first moved into our house, the little powder bathroom on the top floor was a pretty depressing affair. There was no sink, only a semi-functioning toilet, and old faux tile applied to the walls. The floor was cement, and the ceiling was crumbling. Not great.
I literally jumped out of my car shouting, 'Wait, wait! What are you throwing away?!?' and basically threw myself like a human shield between the boxes on the street and the dump truck.
I started frantically rifling through the stacks, loading the boxes and books into my car, and begging the guys to pull out some of the beauties I could see had already been thrown into the truck.
The drawings were incredibly precise, quite weird, and marvelously colorful. I took as many as I could fit in my car, excited about my finds.
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