His new book, “All My Life for Sale” (Bloomsbury), chronicles one man’s junk-peddling odyssey in which everything had a price–old phone books, used mouthwash, even sideburn clippings in a plastic bag and a set of false teeth that a museum paid $27 for. The tape from Freyer’s answering machine went for $15.50, a handwritten list of phone numbers fetched $14.50 and a brick that was bought for $3 was mailed to London for $35. (A handful of items found the dump.)
A couple of weeks ago, the unlikely salesman made what he said was his final deal: Freyer sold the film rights to his idea of selling everything. With a briskly selling book and a movie deal, Freyer seems to have cashed in on his plan to sell out. But what use is money to a guy who can’t seem to keep anything he buys?
