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Garage U. Lecture Series – The Medicine Show

Published April 12, 2014 by Larry Fisher

I will find some cool things at my own garage sale today. Some cool record or some great book to read. I will be listening to old tapes of the radio Hound that I recorded 25 years ago. I have a suitcase of tapes, and I will pop one in at random.

My Garage has a religious quality for me and the customers that come and shop, and so I guess I am a kind of  Rabbi for old junk.

What do I mean by a religious quality? Some folks just come buy items from me to “flip” it and make money, but I  am interested in those people who get turned on by a 45 they never heard, or a book they didn’t know existed.

My Garage U. is a Medicine Show: There are items that I sell that can make you feel good forever!

Taste that Nathaniel West collection, bite into a Pynchon paperback of “The Crying of Lot 49,”dig those crazy sounds of Esquivel or a thousand other recording artists.

The Internet is a great place once you know what to look for. Garage Sales are where you look to find things to then look up.

What will you find that will be discarded forever, if you don’t pick it up and explore it. We all have the potential to become Doctors, Witch Doctors, Rabbi’s, Garbology Scientists who will write about lost items that will be preserved on the Internet before they are thrown out.



I Heart Hoarders – The Hunt For The Oddball

Published February 16, 2014 by Larry Fisher

I really have enjoyed hoarding over the years. There is so much sorting that I do, that I don’t have time to organize my own paperwork. I am too busy organizing other people’s worlds in which they have given up their stuff.

Either they died, or couldn’t pay the storage bill. Something happened to their stuff and I bought it or got paid to remove it from a home. In my book I Heart Hoarders: The Hunt  For The Oddball,” I explore the world of Hoarders as an ultimate insider. I will talk to people who tell me how sick I am. I talk to other  paranoid Hoarders…I talk to the Citizen Kane collectors of the world, who are hoarding the most valuable collections of antiques: rich man’s junk.

What is stuff, why is it so important to some, and make others disgusted?

The creative intellectual discussion of hoarding begins with this book, and maybe by the end of it, I will turn you into a Hoarder, and you will be buying your collections from other Hoarders who I have made realize they need to give up their stuff for good.



I really do love hoarders. I’ve made my living off of their collections and in the process became a Hoarder myself. In fact, not only am I Larry Dah Junkman, but a Prince  of Hoarders.  There are other bigger Hoarders than me. Quite often they are millionaires by what they have hoarded and what they have allowed themselves to part with.

I buy out hoarders. one hoarder after another I have brought their collections to my store or warehouse or home over the years and tried my best to sift through their stuff as quickly as I could.

I have never been able to catch up. In my book, every chapter will examine a different aspect of hoarding. Not all Hoarding is bad. Some hoarding is necessary in this day and age when we rely so much on the internet.

Well, what if the internet goes away. What if something happens and there is a global cyber attack. Could my paranoia of information disappearing really need people to continue to collect books and records etc.


Besides telling my story of how I became a junkman, I will explore Americans need to collect and hold onto stuff. I will use books like 1984, movies like Citizen Kane, Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 as jumping off points to express the dark possibility of our great masterpieces disappearing in a chaotic world where global cyber wars are possible.

I will explore my paranoia and discuss if I need to be on medication with Doctors and Hoarding experts.

My story is one that I love and cherish. I did waste alot of time hoarding books and records that I will never listen to, and each chapter I discuss what is too be gained by pairing down and discussing what I have actually kept and if I have actually really recovered from being a Hoarder.

My Outline does not include this new aspect yet of my book. I just realized that discussing hoarding is something pressing in today’s society. I am being an opportunist and using all the discussions about hoarding as a way to get published. I am whoring the hoarding world by adding this to my book.

I have most of the book done without this new aspect of hoarding included. I have waited on the book and taken my time to get the comic stories that I want to tell and now I will combine them with psychology and philosophy of Hoarders and the people who deal with hoarding.

Agents liked my story but they all wanted me to have an angle since I never got the reality show that was a possibility for HBO and for MTV.

I almost continued in the business because I thought I was going to get a show and not because I wanted to do the job anymore.

I still like doing what I am doing, though I have taken other work and really want to focus on writing full time.Everything gets discussed and dissected in my book,”I Heart Hoarders: The Hunt For The Oddball.”


The Hunt For The Oddball – An Introduction And Outline

Published February 16, 2014 by Larry Fisher

“Don’t fall in love with any of the junk. Just sell it and get more junk.”  – Manny my main man mentor

This is the story of how I got into Collecting odd items, and the Oddball characters I met along the way… And I guess it is the story of how I became an oddball as well, or at least how getting into the business of collecting helped me manifest myself into a “Character.”

The book is divided into three sections, a third is about my mentor Manny who came out of a life as a mobster to go into the junk business and how he pulled me into it right after I graduated College.

The  second section is about Sonny, (a Joe Pesci kind of guy)  who got into buying and selling storage room auctions after doing hard time under the Rockefeller Drug Laws. He, like Manny took me under his wing and  showed me ways to make money.

Both gentlemen lived different lifestyles, and had different philosophies on every topic imaginable. The third section is how I did on my own

The Manny Years

Chapter 1 – Nobody is Innocent

“You can get rich in this business, but if you want a guaranteed fortune, you’re better off getting yourself a cookie in a Chinese Restaurant.” – Manny my main Mentor

“Antiques are old things that you find in hundred year old garbage bags.” – Bald Headed Richie- “The Greatest Garbage picker in the world.”

After graduating College and landing myself a job at Time Inc. in the Production Department, I found myself going to this junk-shop filled with great items and oddball characters. I was drawn to both the items and the personalities.

Many of the guys who hung out with the owner Manny were second rate Mob guys. I spent every day with them, learning about old New York and the Junk business. Quickly, I was hooked into the whole package.

I introduce some of the players and reveal why they decided to go into the junk business, instead of risking breaking into someone’s apartment.

Old Man John would say,”Why break into an apartment and risk getting shot at, by a cop sleeping in the next room with a gun under his pillow. Just wait for the Cop to die and the family asks you to remove everything from the apartment and pay you to take the things you were once willing to steal. People are always dying in this city and someone has to remove the crap. Thank God, they can’t take it with them.”

Chapter 2 – Busting Cherries Of High Cocks

“We need someone to pretend to be a grown-up and go into rich people’s homes and act all ‘High-Cock’. We elected you to be that fugazi.” – Manny

I don’t trust people who work sitting down all day. If you spend your day sitting around, what are you going to do when you get home at night? – Manny

After some time of buying, selling and hanging out at Manny’s junk -shop, the fellas decide they can use a College kid like me to go into people’s homes and give quotes for how much money a clean out will cost them or to see if there are any antiques to be bought cheaply.

They introduce me to the idea of putting ads in newspapers and that I buy huge estates, despite the fact that I had no truck or any money.

I tell the weird story of my first call. My first call was probably the strangest experience of my life. Most people would never go on another call after what I experienced. I relate the story of a man who is an oxygen tent who wants to sell me his porno collection, and how I ended up buying his daughters vintage salt and pepper collection, and his grandson’s old comic books.

My very first job was potentially life threatening, and yet I still did it.

Chapter 3 – “But Ma, It’s Not My Blood” –  My Jewish  Lithuanian-Austrian Family’s Theater Of Death

“If it weren’t for mother’s who threw out everything a kid had, there would be no Collectible market.” – Me

“But Ma, It’s not my blood.” – My Dad after coming home covered in blood and his mom yelling at him because he ruined a new shirt.

After you hear about how my mother was a child survivor of the Holocaust, and my father came from a “Connected” interstate trucking business, and how the butcher in Monticello introduced my parents to each other, perhaps then you can begin to understand how great it was for me to find and appreciate the junk business.

In this chapter I give background into my childhood of growing up in The Bronx in the sixties, and my passion for collecting old comics, and baseball cards.

Chapter 4  – The Apartment Is Infected

(Buying Great Jazz Record Collections which contain needles used for shooting Heroin, and other Dangers of the business)

I make a  score of great records but there is the danger of getting Aids from the apartment.

Chapter 5 – Nobody Should Have to Walk Around Naked

During World War 2 Manny sold a hundred sewing machines to Japan. He was arrested and thrown in jail for a couple of years . His charge was initially espionage, but the judge realized that Manny was just dumb.

The Judge asked Manny,”Why would you sell sewing machines to Japan?”

Manny answered,”Nobody should have to walk around naked.

Manny had no idea that those sewing machines could be used for making parachutes, and tell the truth, you didn’t think about that either till now.

I discuss what it was like to work for both Corporate America and Manny and how Manny won the battle

Chapter 6 – Your Mother Wears Army Boots

I open my first store in the East Village. I score vintage baby clothes which is a big hit  with all the Punk Moms.

I discuss the East Village and my roots in the community

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 – Digging Holes With Spanish Eddie

I meet Sonny in order to buy a great collection of records…

There were probably a half dozen ways I could have been arrested before I even get to see this record collection. You see, I ended up taking a ride with a junkie named Spanish Eddie who just stole the car I was in and needed to score dope before we went to buy the collection, and I was so anxious about getting the records, I gave him the ten bucks to go buy dope, and then I went with him to score the dope!

Chapter 10 – Funeral Parlors Are Fun!

Manny moves his operation to a Funeral Parlor. His job was to clean it out. Instead he sells me the coffins and the cool stuff in it, but starts taking garbage from other Junkmen for money. He starts packing the place instead of emptying it.

The Sonny Years

Chapter 11  –  Dog Balls Are A Public Nuisance

“Dog balls should be covered up in public.” – Sonny’s hard sell  strategy to dog owners at a flea market because he bought a storage room of designer dog clothing and he had to try to sell it at any cost

In this chapter we learn why Sonny feels that the only way to get rid of gun powder is to open the window of his Van  and let the stuff blow throughout the streets of Queens as he drives around like a maniac

. Of course, the real story is how did I get rooked into helping him.

We learn about the Storage Room Game in this chapter and how one week, you are selling high end designer women’s clothes and then the next, designer dog clothes.

What happens when you find a room filled with guns and drugs?

Chapter 12- 

Chapter 13 – Every Junkman Needs A Henchman

Over the years, I’ve had an assortment of characters who were my right hand men. Some were good guys, some were not my right hand men so much as tying my right hand up…

I talk about little Joey whose claim to fame was that the Gotti family always beat him up for committing crimes in their neighborhood without giving them a piece of the action

Chapter 14 – Shovel Face, Monkey Boy And His Girlfriend “Victim”

I risk my life and my friends lives who help me deal with buying a hundred thousand dollars worth of books and magazines for four thousand dollars from dangerous crackhead criminals.

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19 – The Gang That Could Think Straight

“If I gotta take a beating, do it, and let’s get on with our lives.” – Sonny talking to wannabe mobster kids who were hassling him

Young kids who want to be gangsters in Ridgewood, blow up Sonny’s Van after he insults them. The Feds come in because of the explosives used. This was after the first World Trade Center bombing.

Sonny and I meet the kids in the middle of the street with guns as if we were in the wild west

One of the stranger chapters in my life

Chapter 20 Gor Monstro – King Of All Italian Sausage

My  landlord burns me out of my apartment. I go a little crazy and move into an apartment that I am cleaning out, instead of actually doing my job

On My Own

Chapter 21 – Greenpoint Hotel – Ground Zero For Bedbugs

I move the store to Brooklyn and meet all kinds of criminals. I discuss the beginning Gentrification of a classic Brooklyn neighborhood.

Chapter 22 – Antoine And The Snow Ball Effect

Antoine was a Henchman of mine who I loved. One of his favorite shows was I Love Lucy, and he lived his life as if he were Lucy Ball. He was someone who could get locked out in his backyard with only his underwear just when it was snowing, or he could get shot and take the bus to the hospital, with the driver making all the stops along the way.

Antoine was one of a kind. When he thought his girlfriend died of dope, first he buried a hole and then when she revived he had to explain the hole in the backyard.

I explore why I deal with guys like this and how detrimental they were to my business

Chapter 23

Chapter 24 Buying Safes From Safe-Crackers Is Not A Great Idea

“I wanted to retire at any cost. Jail was an option.” -Harvey (after going to jail for robbing a bank.)

Chapter 25- D.J.ing and my ego.

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29 – Where’s My Bobble Head? – A Discussion of Un-Reality  Shows

After the success of Pawn Stars and American Pickers, I was in seven television episodes of shows like Oddities and Clean House New York. I Discuss my dealings with HBO, and MTV, as well as assorted other Hollywood types

Chapter 30 – Trust Everyone, But Cut The Deck Of Cards

“Trust everyone, but cut the deck of cards, even if you are playing your mother.” Both Mentors Manny and Sonny would say this. I don’t know who came up with this first.

I could not pay people what the value of an item is worth. I had to try to get it for nothing, and still I was not able to make it in this business. Why? Because I did not follow what my mentors were trying to teach me about this business; you have to get it and flip it the same day. I held onto the items, always trying to make the most money possible, and I did.

The problem is that when you hold onto items, you have to pay storage on those items, and landlords start to become your silent partner.

I explain in this final chapter  what it takes to make it in this business and that the secret of making a lot of money was

Blue Blood And Thin Skin At Brooklyn Flea

Published December 5, 2013 by Larry Fisher

Brooklyn Flea knows how to make money for themselves and for a percentage of smart savvy dealers who understand the zeitgeist of people who have moved here and are living off their parents money. I get it.

Brooklyn Flea has turned a simple idea of people coming together to sell junk, into a franchise worth branding. I get it.

I have unfortunately been a blue collar worker all my life; which is like saying I have one foot in the grave. I get it. Believe me, I get it. So the idea of something so simple like a  community flea market being turned  into a franchise makes me nauseous.

Brooklyn Flea has every right to do whatever they want at their flea markets. They don’t want vendors to sell anywhere else, it is in the contract.  They will charge their vendors a fee on a rainy day. I get it. They are bottom line guys who have to make their money because it is the only thing that matters to them. I get it. I was raised in New York, I’ve been around. I worked for Corporate America for 9 years. 9 years at Time Inc. and I have never seen the kind of nonsense that Brooklyn Flea does.

Brooklyn Flea has many positive aspects to them. They created an open air market, that did not exist in Brooklyn at this level before. They know how to use media, and have curated many different food vendors for their events. I get it. They also are not a flea market in any traditional sense, and they don’t want to be. That’s fine I get it.

In fact, I was a vendor with Brooklyn Flea for years. I killed myself to try to make money. Sometimes I did, and sometimes I did not. I would say, that I always made a little money after expenses because I was “old school” and knew what people were  really coming to the flea market for;cheap, cool records, books ,clothes and jewelry. I  rarely made nothing. I wholesaled to the other dealers, all day long. I know what I’m doing. I’ve been doing this for 30 years.

I saw many disappointed vendors come and go because  the cost of the booth was too much. So it goes.

So why do I hate them so much?

Here’s why?

After my van broke down and I could no longer afford it, I left Brooklyn Flea and went back to a small affordable market in Park Slope at P.S. 321. Paul the Manager was there for 32 years. 32 years! He was the manager for the last  10 years.  Paul is great.He is the true New York character. There are aspects of his character  that might remind you of Kramer from  “Seinfeld,” that’s because one of the writers of Seinfeld was buddies with the crew at P.S. 321.

Paul is a talented cartoonist, and a mensch. If it looked like rain, he would call me and tell me that it might be a bad day,”If you make money, pay for the space, if it sucks, let it go.”

We are brothers now.

Paul respected his vendors. He knew what it meant to stand in the cold when it was 7 degrees. 7! I made money on the day that it was 7 degrees. I stood on cardboard and put warmers in my shoes… But Paul knew what it meant, because he was there too.  We stood side by side through all kinds of weather and together we were a community. We worked together. Nobody got rich and nobody took advantage of anybody else. It was a simple business plan.

When Brooklyn Flea outbid the vendors who were mostly all Brooklyn bred, they did not talk to Paul or come and introduce themselves to the vendors. They remained aloof. Perhaps, they were scared to actually deal with real life Brooklyn Gorillas. We are kind of scary men with dark backgrounds steeped in concrete New York legends, but we are also funny men, who like to slap each other on the back instead of knife each other in the back.

Brooklyn Flea had their own business  plan. Fine. It is their business now, they can lose money with the place however they  want. After a week of not getting their own vendors interested in the Park Slope location, they allowed former P.S. 321 vendors in for a discounted price. Fine. A couple of people went back and made a killing. They had no competition and understood their market. The craft people  from Brooklyn Flea cried into their 90 dollar bowls and did not sell any. Fine.

The Village Voice article came outhttp://www.villagevoice.com/2013-11-06/news/brookyn-flea-park-slope-gentrification-eric-demby/, and Eric Demby said,” “A handful of applicants from the previous incarnation have been declined because they don’t fit with our reputation for quality vintage/antique or handmade items — we’ve never allowed mass-produced or imported goods, for example.”

I didn’t like that. I was offended by that. Had he said,”Hey, we have our own ideas and just want to start fresh.”

Well, I wouldn’t have liked him much, but I wouldn’t have turned him into my focus of hatred. . Yes, I hate those guys now. Hate is not really a strong enough word.

Most of the 40 vendors sold old stuff, some guys did clean outs (entire estates that they filled their trucks with and dumped on the playground).

Demby and Butler might not have liked that style, but it is very much a part of actual real  exciting flea market hunting. I get it. These guys are bottom line guys, who insist on having it all.

I call them M.U.C.K.STERS :Middle aged, Urban, Corporate, “Know it alls.” They are much worse than Yuppies, or hipsters, or Yupsters. They are all about branding and exploiting a trend. Fine, I get it. I get it and I hate it. I understand Yuppies and Hipsters much better than the Muckster. There is a reason why muckster rhymes with monster.

I don’t have to like Mucksters or Brooklyn Flea. I can try to fight it. The only way to fight guys like this is with their bottom line:Money.

My pockets are empty because of these guys. I would like to see them broke. I would like to see them not be able to  pay their bills. I would like to see them suffer with their wives and children. I would. I really would. My family is suffering this holiday season because of them

But How? How can I hurt their bottom line

Open up your own flea market people. Have garage sales and stoop sales right by their own markets. Maybe, they will treat their own vendors with a little more respect. Maybe they will cut vendors a break when the wind is howling at the open air market of theirs in Williamsburg.( That is, if there is an open air market in the State Park this spring. Apparently, there are other people who don’t like Brooklyn Flea and are trying real hard to close them down by the waterfront.)

Don’t worry about the vendors. There will be other markets for them to go to in the spring. And lets not forget all the vendors who weren’t able to make it at Brooklyn Flea. they need a new home to sell at.

Lets greet Brooklyn Flea in the spring with the biggest yard sale every single weekend. Bring out your crap and sell it cheap Let’s turn all of Brooklyn into a selling frenzy on the weekends…all spring, all summer, all fall. If it is good crap I will buy it.

So, get your crap together for a big yardsale, and promote the word muckster in your daily language. . I want it in the dictionary by next year. I really want that. I want muckster to fall off the lips of any dude who is trying to brand my hometown. Brooklyn cannot be branded.

Muckster  is such a good word, and so fitting an anagram. Go out there make it happen! Make muckster a word in the dictionary.

If you are a vendor with Brooklyn Flea, make your money now. Either they will get rid of you one day on a whim, or they will close and move onto something else more worthwhile in branding and franchising…

Imagine the insanity of actually succeeding in branding and franchising a flea market. You can’t make this stuff up…I mean you can, if you are a muckster.



Help Me Brand The Muckster – Part 2

Published November 23, 2013 by Larry Fisher

Say it,”Muckster.” Say it again, “Muckster!”

Rhymes with Huckster, and Fuckster

These are the guys worse than Yuppies, worse than Hipsters, worse than the combo Yupster. These Mucksters are at the bottom of the barrel.

M is for Middle aged

U is for Urban

C is for Corporate (douche bags)

K is for “Know It Alls”

They are the guys who look at you and look to see if they can brand you. I mean they want to take a hot iron and see if they can put a little c in a circle on your ass and call it theirs.

They would love to brand everything that makes money. Even the ridiculous idea of a flea market, can be turned into a commodity worth branding.

“Our brand  is different than other flea markets. We don’t let people  sell sausages. We  only let them sell artisanal pork belly, jellied and codified in this tube which you can use as a toothpaste and is environmentally sound.”

They spin something that exists. They’ve  re spun the wheel, “The wheel didn’t exist like this before. Once we put “our brand” on that wheel, it doesn’t even look like a wheel . We branded this new circular motion that goes round and round but it never spun like this!”


Mucksters make things that other people have already made, but the Muckster turns it into their own by  making it seem precious and “branding it. ”

The people  who follow the Mucksters  preciousness, are lemmings who are followers of whatever they are told to follow. You can’t blame the lemmings. They just want to fit in. And the casing on that sausage is a different color and hardly looks or tastes like a sausage, once you squeeze it out of that colorful  tube onto your toothbrush!”

The Muckster is the Yuppie times 10… A Yuppie doesn’t care about anything but himself. I can respect that over the Muckster.  A Muckster is curious about who you are, because he thinks he can take your essence, enslave it and make a ton of money off of it. Or, the Muckster sees something new, and finds a way to water it down and “brand” it.

Often, the Muckster came out of Hipster culture and so thinks he’s a “know it all, about what is cool.

He mostly has it wrong. The new music he likes is typically  just as lame as Pat Boone was when he took black rhythm and blues music and dressed it down for the white kids.


Probably a nerd as a kid who learned how to use social media.

Marketing, advertising, social networking all to make money. Help me brand the word Muckster.

The Muckster is a monster. He’s been here all along. I just came up with a new word for this creature. I don’t think I am re-inventing the wheel. I am just watching it spin out of control.

M.U.C.K.STERS: Acronym For A Yupster Monster

Published November 17, 2013 by Larry Fisher

M. – Middle Aged

U. – Urban

C. – Corporate

K. – “Know It Alls”

M – Middle Aged

These guys are not young  but they like to wear clothes that young hipsters wear. Distressed jackets at a Corporate meeting is accepted even as they are discussing cutting out competition or downsizing their staff.

They like to take off their thick glasses and clean them when someone else is talking. They are pretending to listen.

They are middle aged in traditional American ways and are actually men going through a middle aged crisis.

They have kids and pretend to listen to their wives and kids. They take off their glasses and clean them when talking to their wives.

They hide behind their headphones and listen to what they think is hip music. Their idea of hip music is usually indie drivel. The music has nothing to say about anything important. It is clutter to clutter their mind from any stray thoughts they might have from realizing how lonely and sad their lives are.

They think they are sexy to a young hipster types, but their attraction is more connected to being a sugar daddy to these kids who want pills. Both the Muckster and the hipster girl are counting their money in their head as the Muckster gets a blowjob.

U. – Urban

They did not grow up on the streets of New York getting the shit kicked out of them on a regular basis like the true New Yorker.

They are Urban in that they moved from small towns from places  in Maine, or grew up in wealth on The Upper East side,  and bring their ideas of what an edgier big city should look like from cliched ideas of watching movies like Taxi Driver in a film class.

Because they went to college in the big city, or because someone followed them for a block till they got to their doorman in an exclusive building they think they understand the concrete jungle.

They actually know very little of the true nature of the urban city.

They fear black people.

They gut communities in neighborhoods in places  like Brooklyn.  They gut the brownstones that they bought from poor black folk. They give the black folk enough money to move down South. They want to do business with the black folk but just to give them  enough money to get them out of the community and out of the city.

C.- Corporate

They are beyond” Professional” in the Yuppie acronym…At least Yuppies in the 80’s, anyway, liked to come down to the East Village and slum it up with us. We could share a drink and a drug.

These new corporate types want the cool people to come grovel to them. They want to box up and sanitize everything, so that it can be understood by the masses and it can be safe for their  wives, kids and neighbors. They are in  love with their power, and how they are seen in their communities. They couldn’t care less about reality. It is all about face and how they are seen in the community.

They want to incorporate simple things like  flea markets, and eateries, and just let their  neighbors  think they are cutting edge, by letting them know,”Oh, this food is safe to eat, even though it comes from a recipe in Biafra…An artisinal food vendor who studied at the Culinary arts found the recipe online.”

They are Corporate cut throats who spin their media to think they love the people who work with them and are darlings to the community. They let others do the hard work of creative energy and capitalize on having the power and money to make it about them.

They do recycle, and care about throwing cans into the right colored bag.

They are really  all bottom line guys, and when the time comes, they will cut out anything that no longer is fashionable and is making money for them.

If they own a flea market that is hip, if it is no longer hip, they will cut it out.  They will move on to whatever they can incorporate that will make them money.

K. Know It Alls

They aren’t dumb, but they could never concede to making a mistake. They will spin their own bullshit, rather than accept that they don’t know what they are doing.

If they made a mistake, instead of apologizing, they would rather lie and always look like good guys.

They know what is right for the city, they have money and power, and people go along with their line because they have that.

They get away with a lot and really have caused quite a Mucked up situation.

The irony is that they all want to move out of the city. They hate the rat race. They hate the rat race that they perpetuated.

I almost feel sorry for them… I will like it better when they close up shop.

Go Make Muckster a Word In The Dictionary

I like the name Mucksters and my definition. I like that it sounds like people who are in the muck, I like that it rhymes with fuck. I like that it is like Yuppies, and Hipsters, and Yupsters, but it takes it to a darker different level by acknowledging that they are no longer young; they are middle aged doofuses, who are poor at communication but want to be seen as the inventor of the wheel and the internet. They are sad middle aged men who feel lonely and want some power. They think money is the answer, and are disappointed that it isn’t enough,so they think they need more of it.

I like that I have taken out Professional and made in Corporate… Yuppies are still out there, but they are not Mucksters…Yuppies buy  brownstones from Mucksters. Yuppies and Yupsters are harmless creatures compared to the monster that is a Muckster.

Mucksters are only one percent of the Yuppie, Yupster, Hipster World

O.K. I have a picture  of a Muckster to throw darts at.Who is the Muckster in your life?

Please make this a word

I Just Want Brooklyn Flea To Understand Pain

Published November 16, 2013 by Larry Fisher

I just want to help. I want Brooklyn Flea  to understand that when you mess with people, sometimes you get messed up back in return. We would be doing them a big service not to give them the park to sell in next year.

I am here to give Brooklyn Flea a hard time on getting their ability to sell in the State Park in Williamsburg. I am not here as a resident of Williamsburg. I am here for revenge against them.

People have asked me to speak at Community Board 1 executive meeting because they believe that I could help turn the Board against Brooklyn Flea. I admit that I will try to do my best. It is obvious that I have a chip on my shoulder. I admit it. I hate the spin and dishonestly in which I and many of the vendors of P.S. 321 have had to endure by snot nosed greedy Brooklyn Flea.

Some of you will ignore what I have to say because I am not a resident of Williamsburg. I don’t have my weekends free to go to a State Park and just sit and meditate by the water  like I do when I go hiking in other parts of the state. I do know that when I go hiking and go to State Parks, I like the isolation and the ability to feel that I am getting away from everything. I would not like noise, or garbage, or the constant smells of meat, even if it is artisan and curated meat.

I just want my trader joe jerky and some nuts, and some peace and quiet.

I do like going hiking and getting away from the noise and the hub bub of the city and so I can imagine what it is like to be a resident near  a State Park that has the tumult and circus  which Brooklyn Flea brings every weekend from the Spring to the Fall. I wouldn’t want it. It must be infuriating to wake to cars honking and traffic jams on an early Saturday or Sunday morning after I have worked all week in the city. Suddenly, Brooklyn Flea comes in on the weekend with their tents and lemmings and I am supposed to take it. Why? I paid to be by the water and relax and now I have to listen to this nonsense. Take it away!

Look, like I said, I have it in for Brooklyn Flea, cause they are not nice people. They talk community and they talk recycling, and they talk and spin, but they don’t walk the walk.

I sold at Brooklyn Flea from the very beginning at Ft. Greene, and then at the Williamsburg location.

There was always issues with them. The costs were high, and if it rained, they said it didn’t.

“It’s raining.”

“No, it isn’t. ”

“It’s raining.”

“No it isn’t under your tent.”

“I don’t want to sell today, it’s raining.”

“You don’t have to sell, but you have to pay.”

“The wind and the dust. It’s all blowing away.”

“You have to pay.”

Eventually, I started selling more and more at P.S. 321 in Park Slope. The manager sometimes would call me,”It looks like a bad day rain wise. Don’t come. If you come, I will only charge you if you make money.”

What a difference. I became friends with Paul  the Manager at P.S. 321 and I realized that the anxiety that Brooklyn Flea put me under wasn’t worth it. I could make less money, but not really because I only had to work when I wanted to.

I decided to go with Paul full time. No matter what, I showed up. Heat, cold…I wanted to support Paul and his small market. We became friends.

When Brooklyn Flea took over. They won the bid fair and square (I think). I can’t be sure  and The Village Voice Writer was not able to find out what the bidding was about. there were unanswered questions, that the school was not even able to give her.

The vendors who sold at P.S. 321, were not offered spots. We were told there is a waiting list to get in toBrooklyn Flea, even though we obviously sold there for years and knew our customers. . Brooklyn Fkea did not come to us and care about 40 vendors who sold there on a regular basis. After they discovered that nobody wanted to sell at P.S. 321 from their waiting list they scrambled to accommodate a few of the vendors who used to sell there.

And then there was Paul. He had been the manager for over 10 years. He had sold in that market for 32 years. Brooklyn Flea did not approach him. That flea market at 321  was all he knew. It was everything for him. So, when he told me he was starting a new flea market, where was I supposed to go? What was I supposed to do.?Was I supposed to grovel to Brooklyn Flea who mistreat their vendors and pretended they are some know it alls about what sells and what is good for Brooklyn. Oh they are sharp foodies, but they don’t really know  Brooklyn, they don’t know what real  Brooklyn is about because they and none of their vendors are from Brooklyn. Most of the 40 vendors who were not invited to the new Brooklyn Flea in Brooklyn were actually born and bred in Brooklyn.( I was born in Brooklyn but when my parents split up, I was raised more in the Bronx, and only traveled to Brooklyn on weekends.)

Brooklyn Flea is actually an embarrassment for Brooklyn in the way they handle their affairs. They attempt a market in Philadelphia and try to call it “Brooklyn Flea!” That is a joke if you know anyone in Philly. They hate everything New York. The Phillies fans, The Eagles Fans, The Flyers fans, are they going to a market that is called “Brooklyn?”

So, it doesn’t work out  in Philly and they end their run in Philly with a tweet. That was it. What a slap in the face to the Philly vendors.  How were the Philly vendors supposed to feel when Brooklyn Flea just cut them loose without any notice.

And so I am begging you for Brooklyn Fleas own sake, not to let them have the State Park to sell in next year. Cut them off.  They need to learn how to treat people better, and the only way for them is to hurt their pocketbook… If you cut them out of Williamsburg next year, maybe they will begin to think about what it is like for vendors to be without an income when they just cut people out. Maybe their own vendors won’t hate them as much if they show some compassion on an obvious bad weather day . They only know their bottom line, but they are always ready with a cute spin on community and “direction of a city” statement.

I have a family to feed and support. I have an 8 year old daughter and a 6 year old son who are counting on me to figure out how to get them holiday gifts. Believe me, if you stop Brooklyn Flea from getting the State Park, it will teach them a little humility. They won’t be hurting from giving  presents for their kids, or for paying for their mortgage, but maybe, and maybe even my attempts to teach them something about how to treat other people fairly will sink in, even if they don’t want to.  You can teach them a moral lesson and let the residents of Williamsburg sleep in on the weekends without being harassed with tourists, vendors,  and screaming Brooklyn Flea employees.

And I am sure, that if you get them to not have a market, that State Park will be used by people to breathe a little fresh air, and not make them think they are stuck on a subway platform. They paid for the right to live near a park, let people use it. Of course, there is also the issue of what Brooklyn Flea actually did pay to to have that right to sell there. That seems to be a big issue as well, am I not right? I hear it is a pittance of what should really be asked. How did that happen?

At the very least, the new mayor needs to get involved and an investigation needs to be pending. Should I go try to submit my application to Brooklyn Flea now or wait till the spring?