I have a pretty excellent Craigslist story. My brother and I were searching for an amp a few years back and we saw an ad form a guy who said that his brother, who owned a music store, had died and he inherited all of the gear. He had some impressive stuff listed, including a mesa or two and some old vintage Fender amps. We called first, and while he sounded a little weird on the phone we decided to pay him a visit. He lived in a place Boone, NC, which is about an hour from where I live, so we mapquested his address and drove up one Saturday afternoon.
So we're driving along, and soon realize that this guy lives in the middle of fucking nowhere. We went on dirt and gravel roads that probably hadn't been used in years, meanwhile passing run-down trailers and various sketchy looking establishments.
We finally got to his house, which was a dirty beat up single-wide that undoubtedly leaked when it rained. There was an old truck in the front yard on cinder blocks with about a years worth of trash in the bed (not kidding). The place had a horrible smell, the grass hadn't been cut in years, and it looked utterly abandoned. We got out, questioning whether we had the right place, and knocked on the door. About 5 minutes went by; we could hear someone inside grunting (not a "having-sex" grunt either). We were just about to give up and leave after some more knocking when the door opened. The guy had to be about 600 pounds (he obviously had some sort of disability), he smelled god-fucking-awful, and he probably hadn't shaven or showered in literally weeks.
We explained that we were there to check out the equipment that he had, and he pointed over to another trailer, which we hadn't seen since it was overgrown with plants, trees, and vines. We walked over, which took about 10 minutes since this guy didn't move quickly at all, and he opens the door to the other trailer (which wasn't locked by the way). There, right on the fucking floor, is a dead cat. I don't mean dead, I mean almost fully rotten and decomposed.
He yells, "there's that fucking god-damn cat, that son-of-a-bitch ran in here months ago, huhuhuhuh guess I know happened to him!" The guy then proceeds to take his cane, flip it upside down, and use the hook to pick up the dead-fucking-cat and fling it outside. Then he flips the cane back around and HOLDS IT IN HIS GODDAMN HAND!! He points inside, and tells us to go have a look. Hahaha at this point my brother and I are about to fucking leave, but for one reason or another we went inside. The equipment was in the bathroom, which honest to god still had shit in the toilet, although no-one had obviously live in this place for years. There was animal shit everywhere, and several years worth of trash, just stacked up everywhere. All of the equipment was stacked up inconveniently so that we had to move this shit to even see what he had.
Needless to say, we quickly got the fuck out and left. I felt like the whole time he was about to pull out a gun, kill me and leave my body to rot in that damn trailer. It was probably the most surreal moment of my life.
So what amp was it, and did you end up taking it? (and did it work?)
