When I was a kid (circa: 1976), I put a stack of silver age comics in a paper bag and rode my bike to Cliff's Book Store. I was located on Division Ave, in the 'bad' part of town but close enough to the beginning of the 'good' part that I figured I was safe. Anyway, when I got there (quite the bike ride, especially holding onto a paper bag filled with comics) I asked Cliff how much I could get for them. He put down the fat cigar he was puffing on and proceeded to remove the comics. He didn't take them out of the bag through the top of the bag, he ripped the sack down the side and took them out the newly formed opening. When he needed to get the lower comics out, he ripped further, and so on. When he was done, he offered me about 5 bucks. Keep in mind this was about 20 to 30 silver age books. Seeing as now I had no way of bringing them back home (he had shredded the bag), I accepted - and cried the whole way home.