Garbage Pale Kids were one of the first collectibles I found as a kid. Actually it was the influence of my older sister that lead me to discovering these filthy, mud-scraping, worm-squishing, fece-mooshing, cow-chip-shoveling, dog-dirt-stepping, bathroom-floor-licking, under-carpet-munching, fly-tape-flossing, curdled-milk-guzzling, back-hair-shaving, brown-wart-rubbing troll-ass-kids. I found a few of the old stickers taped inside a black diary looking book that I used to scribble in as a kid, but there weren't any good ones that could top the grotesque description I just gave.
Instead for this post I will continue with the theme of Alternative Card Collecting. Recently while digging through some old boxes, I found some John Connor cards. Not the guy who plays for the Jets, but the Terminator 2 John Connor. Man I must've been really into wasting my parents money as a kid. "Buy me these cards Mom! I want these Mom! Hey Dad can I have a pack of these?" Sometimes you really need to assert your power with your kids just to tell them and explain to them why buying some things are a complete waste of time and money. If you have to shout real loud or make them cry to get your point across, SO BE IT!
I remember finding some E.T. cards in an end-table at our old house. E.T. was like a Phenomena when that came out in the 80s. I was born in '81, E.T. came out in '82, but it was still being watched and marveled at at our house probably well into 1986. It's the first movie I can remember watching and it's still the one movie I can't watch without breaking down crying at the end when Elliot says goodbye to his friend. "Ouch." Spielberg is the master of that. Getting you to feel like your 8 years old again when your thirty or fifty.
Going back to the places you lived as a youth can be especially uncomfortable. You see the same old familiar places, but with all new faces & fucking ipods. It's really just the realization I'm getting older that makes me bitter. I can't be that ten-year-old playing in the dirt with my friends anymore. I know it gets worse too as time rolls on. Wait till I'm 60, if I even get there. It ain't hard to tell why old men act so pissed-off and angry all the time.
But on a lighter note I prefer to end with a card find. Sometimes you'll find cool things when you go looking back in those old places. At my Grandma's house I did some treasure hunting through stacks of dusty books because my Dad, Uncle and Aunt grew up there and I know they did their share of collecting. The Yankees won like 10 World Series' when they were growing up and my Grandpa was a Yankee fan along with practically every other American. Only a matter of breathing in a few more allergens & tossing a couple trees. If you ever find Old Books, definitely be sure to flip through the pages cuz you never know what card they may have used for a book-mark.