I’ve never bought anything on Facebook Marketplace that didn’t feel like a curse or at least a sad story. Even so, I would rather bring home another person’s tragedy than wait for another Amazon delivery, and I like the perverse procrastination and thrill of the hunt. I love meeting these people out on the street in front of their offices or in the garage next to their homes and wondering what horrible fate has made them sell a white leather couch for a third of its value: what love has ended, what dream has been crushed, what debt has to be paid? I like to keep an eclectic home decor….

Originally published in Lowlife Lit Press on April 1, 2025.