Well I went to a scrapyard near by and exchanged my cans for cash. 6 dollars for three day's work. Okay, not a whole three days, I wasn't that diligent. But hey, 6 dollars is pretty good for soda cans, I think.
The scrapyard was a different slice of life all together. I was greeted by a big old dog that paced around the dirt floor. Guys soiled in automotive grease flung pipes and hubcaps all around. And in the background, washer machines were being torn apart by a small crane like machine.
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