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I’m just gonna take a second to give our dearly departed chum Ort his due. Apart from drinking all the beer, reciting every zip code stumper you could issue forth and just being an overall righteously awesome bon vivant, he was fastidiously pulling flyers down across town since, well, forever. What you’re looking at here is an almost cryogenically frozen core sample of his hoarding in the fall of 1988. One of his creditors contacted me and after a bit of negotiations, I walked away with a tub (and I mean a TUB) of flyers from almost exactly September and October of 1988. Over the weekend, my lovely wife made flyer grab bags with the copious dupes to help finance the operating expenses of the non-profit and what you see here is a standard sampling of what you get for thirty bones. Each grab bag is sure to include a Pylon flyer, a Porn Orchard flyer and something from the Rockfish. And since nobody was asking, each package also includes more John’s Biggest Day and Groove Trolls than you could ever possibly need.