Weber’s Closeout

Cool thrift shop, could find some rare stuff. I recommend.

Okay– So imagine there’s this Flea Market, that’s addicted to crack; the Flea Market has been in a tumultuous relationship with an alcoholic garage sale for many years. Then one night, the Flea Market had a torrid, drug and alcohol-​fueled sexcapade with a thrift store. Nine months later (Im assuming the gestation period is the same for retail stores as in humans) a store is born– and immediately left in a dumpster.
That dumpster baby is Weber’s Closeout.
This store is a grimy, leaky, dank manifestation all to its own. It has got the most random hodgepodge of junk, and tchotchke’s; it’s a hording mothers wet dream. And I’m pretty sure the place is run by a schizophrenic, because there will be different prices for the same exact things.
Don’t come here looking for a comeup on some clothes (especially if you’re a male– who isn’t a cross dresser) because the pickings are abysmal. If you are in the market for socks, vases, lanterns, foreman grills, or ball-​sack ping-​pong ball holders (I kid-​you-​not), then this is your spot. Or if you want to pet a super-​friendly calico cat, that will follow you around, most likely in the hopes that you will save it from the den of catastrophe in which it lives, this is also the place for you.
Also the store is actually on Walton Ave– like 375ish, but online it states the address is 144 st. Go figure…