This is random.  But pretty hawrd.  If I was still drinking you can bet you would be seeing me on pike in a mink coat and this canister of history under my arm.   

I wanted to get this for my dude Nate Burleson*, who use to play for the Vikings.  But then I figured why would he want to rock his old team?  Not to mention the fact that he wouldn’t be caught dead rocking some second hand shit.  Once you start making a couple mill off of exercising with other grown men, you don’t need to be wearing their jackets after you play.  If I didn’t have a whole bunch of these jackets sitting in a closet down the hall I would have copped.  (*name drop. But i really did think of him).   

Gorilla on leather…Clutch.  But no.

 

 I use to have this.  MPC -200sm.  Kinda fresh.  

Hipster wolf T.  I like this shirt, minus that fact it says Minnesota.  It’s one thing to rep a place that you’ve never been before if it’s a hella obscure location (Fargo, Siox City… Everett) .  But some place like Minnesota with a substantial rap scene, hood and gigantic mall just doesn’t seem right.  Had to pass.   

Digital effects speakers?  How do these work?

George Brett.  Word.  But no.

I was soooo close.  Till I realized that the hat pooped on itself back in the 80’s.  Can’t hang with the $9 dingle berry.

If I was a down ass lesbian motorcycle rider, I’d be all over this….Or if it was in a Large.  

Ohhhhh man.  I can’t endorse this.  But I almost bought it for Radjaw.  Alright I didn’t.  But for some reason (maybe the big red R, or the thought of trading him for the Seahawks Starter he snagged from me at Redlight) he came to mind.  Rollin Rainier!  

Awwww YEA!  No brainer.  Copped.  It’s definitely made for a small child, but if I wear it on the crown of my head I’m pulling this off all day and walking away with a Girlfriend. 

Reminds me of my childhood.  80’s babies stand up.  

I’m not posting this cause it’s tight.  It’s not.  But what’s up with the “as is” tags at these vintage swap meets.  Did you think we were expecting you to fix the missing button, tighten up the stitching and iron the corduroy?  We get it.   

I’ve been so close to buying this maverick of material for months.  I think it’s $18 though.  If it’s there the next time I go to Portland I’m coming home with this festival in a bag.  A plastic bag.

Now this is hella filthy.  Don’t get me wrong.  But for $85???  GTFOH!

This looks a little “ehh, i’ll pass” in the picture, but for $8 bucks I was on it.  The jail denim is the biz.  

Mission accomplished…As you can see, The House Of Vintage is the ultimate swap-meet of second hand.  Broken up into 50 different dealers/sections, be prepared to be overwhelmed and most likely leave with a headache.  But if you’re a digger with some patience and an open mind for children’s halloween costumes, you will leave with the truth in a bag.  A plastic bag.  It’s located on Hawthorn somewhere on this grid that I’ve heard about.  Find it…Ghost