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| - Value World is one of the most messed up places on Earth.
Imagine you're a character in a video game and you're entering a new screen (in this case, walking through the front door) and you have a health bar above your head at the top of the screen. Just by walking in, your health bar gets knocked down about 30% - don't enter through those doors if you're sick.
Value World is located on that stretch of Lorain that is seemingly a quarter mile from the edge of the planet. You have the mortifying Dimitri's Diner right across the street, a Rent-A-Center, a Radio Shack which nobody has ever entered and nobody works at, a chinese food joint that probably has also never seen a customer, and then there's Value World. If you ever wondered what distilled depression smelled like, you will get a huge whiff when you walk in. It's outside the realm of words or reviews, it must be experienced first hand. The color of the walls are of crack-house calibre, and the lighting makes you feel like you're on 300 xanax. The people who come here don't even know why they're there or even have a reason to be. I guess it's just something to do, everybody seems like an unengaged Grand Theft Auto character. I bet these people just beam up into nothingness at midnight and respawn randomly around the store at whatever hour they open the doors. They probably don't even enter or leave - they just appear.
Everything here is worthless. It's amazing - I've probably been here over 20 times and never once I have I found anything useful aside from a tape deck and some shirts. The shirts always really screwed up and depressing, usually from the 90's and smell really bad. If I'm in a wild enough mood, I'll just put a shirt on without even washing it, you know, to kill me faster.
This place seems context free, and not in a way that Unique Thrift is down the road. The clothes are organized into "male" and "female", and accordingly by shirt, shoe, pants etc - but otherwise, the place has nothing but worthless junk that should probably have never been made in the first place, and now rests in pain at Value World. Last time, I found a Jerry Rice / Joe Montana book that I got in a stocking when I was a child. It made me sort of nostalgic for a second, and then I realized that this same book I used to have ended up at one of the scariest last resorts short of Hell and I became somewhat depressed.
Against the far wall there is giant shelves filled with worthless, degraded, broken stuff that is absolutely pointless to try to resell. How many picture frames can you take in before you hit your limit? Not enough here, apparently. You will find all kinds of rubble from the 90's - early 00's in form of cordless phone with no charging dock, broken boom boxes, TV/Alarm Clock/Radio combo's that don't work and destroyed stereo equipment. What's amazing is that there's always at least 5 people plowing thru this trash in hopes of finding something useful. Terrible 90's dentist office pastel pictures in cracked frames, 50 waffle irons, the list goes on. You can look at old pull over Starter jackets if you get lucky enough to even find one.
The experience of going to a place which has absolutely nothing to offer (not even to those on the tightest budget) is kind of a spectacle. If you're feeling really down on yourself or are going through a really rough period in your life, you should go to Value World to put things into perspective. There is a place that is essentially a black hole mega-void of all that is forgotten and useless to us that you can linger in limbo at that will make you wish you were at home or will make you want to call your mom and tell her you love her.
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