The conclusion:

After this blog, never again with the afore mentioned dude be brougt up ever again. The ending went like this:
There was to be an exchange of goods, his guns, cd's, etc for my classic records. That's all I wanted. My best friend was going to be the go-between, so she arranged a time for him to come to her place to pick up his junk and return my stuff.
He shows up (late) , she hands him all of his stuff and asks him "where's the records?", he smirks and says "I don't have them, they're gone" and hands her $40.00. um...okay.
Doesn't return anything, and was not nice about it. WTF? He broke up with me and he's got an attitude? Well, needless to say the conclusion to this is he must've sold the records for cash way earlier, or decided I was only worth $40 and kept them. Thus, proving his selfishness and gutlessness and making me even more thankful he broke up with me, because he was right...I can do waaay better than him. Even solitude is better than dealing with someone of that low standard. He showed no decency, therefore will not be remembered fondly or for that matter, be remembered at all. I'm so over the whole thing, I feel revived! Revived with $40 to go out drinking tomorrow night!