I wasn't being completely honest when I portrayed Austin's flea market as a gigantic useless shitbarn. They did, after all, have this:
I love the trash bag detail on the border, but I'm especially fond of the delicately swirled sky and the ground inlay that looks like glossy sewage. Eric bought it for himself, but I had other plans and have since appropriated it for my own purposes. He's not entirely happy about that, but he until he figures out how to get it back from me he can console himself with the scorpion belt buckle he got, too. I mean, jeez, it's got a real scorpion in it. What else could he possibly want?