Our Story

STORY TIME: When I was 9, I remember sprinting home from school at a grueling pace. When I got home, I thanked God for two things: One, I didn’t get kidnapped/molested on my way home; and Two, that it was Friday, we aint’ got no jobs and i’m guilt tripping my mother into having any of my friends for a sleep over. When I reached my mother, I go right for the jugular, immediately breaking into tears of depression ready to off myself if she didn’t allow me to be the social butterfly I needed to be. After approximately 22 minutes of terrorist-like negotiation, we reached a harsh but fair agreement. This agreement was that I can have One Friend Over tonight. Little did she know, I already planned on just One Friend Over and he was waiting outside the front door for me when the coast was clear. So when I received the go ahead, my fake crocodile tears sucked back into my tear ducts so I can save them for later if need be, leaned over to open the door, and there appeared my stagnant friend awaiting his orders to proceed into the house. My Mother instantaneously knew she had been hustled by Ohio’s finest. Her knee-jerk reaction was to yell, but a smug sense of pride washed over her face as I quickly directed my friend to the nearest entrance to the basement. When we get down to the semi-finished basement, we get to work Boy! In his backpack, a loose stack of Pogs, MTG cards, two gently used comic books, and a motherload of trading cards. This was the birthplace of my passionate addiction to all things collectible and the influence which lead to the brainchild of OFO Collectibles.

Welcome to my nostalgic past!