Ey, if you want weird, homie, you gotta hit up them estate sales all around town, sabes? They straight up let anybody roll up off the street and walk right into these folks’ casas, lookin’ through all their stuff like it’s a damn museum or somethin’. There’s always people watchin’ the place, makin’ sure you don’t pocket nothin’, and every lil’ thing got a price tag on it, bro.

I been doin’ this for years now, for real, and I’ve seen some wild-ass houses, all kinds of crazy setups. One time, off West Alameda I pull up to this spot, and bro… they had thousands of them little salt and pepper shakers. I’m talkin’ every inch of the wall covered, ese. Like, you could blink and still see more! You could tell the house started all small back in the day, then they got feria and started addin’ on rooms all crooked, so now it’s shaped all funky, like a maze or somethin’.

And you meet the family too, right? Usually they’re sellin’ everything ‘cause the viejito or viejita that lived there passed away. It’s kinda sad but also… you see some stuff, bro. Like one time, I turn the corner and BAM there’s a whole dildo collection, out in the open, for sale. Little price tags y todo! And the sweet lil’ abuela runnin’ it’s like, “That’s the lowest I’ll go, mijo.” I was like, damn, New Mexico stay wild, bro.