There’s a flea market on 15th and Mission. Doesn’t look exactly legal. Junkies have decided to claim a small stretch of sidewalk to sell off the contents of their carts and dufflebags. Cassette tapes and blank VCR tapes dominate the blankets thrown on the sidewalk. One entrepaneur has brought out three bags of bulk corn flakes with San Francisco Food Bank labels on them. Absolutely the saddest flea market I’ve ever witnessed.
But I paid three dollars for an old butterfly knife made with a brass and bone handle. It’s like buying foreclosed homes after Katrina. What deals!
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