why does it always smell bad? why did they have to move to a closet, more or less, with no air circulation? why did i have to feel like i was intruding on the most important pre-tournament magic the gathering scrimmage when all i wanted to do was find something totally awesome to read?
my tastes have matured since paulie poops and i used to go to the broadway location (was it always in the downstreet market or was it somewhere else before that?) on fridays.
back then i was a big fan of this:
... much to paul's chagrin.
anyway.
i don't know why i had to walk in on a stereotype.
the owner dude (or maybe he's just the manager. the owner used to look different, but these types have been known to possess shapeshifting prowess) took a phone call and said to whomever summoned him: " well, just to let you know, tomorrow is Presidents Day, so I might not open until 11. maybe not even until noon. " the other demon responded. " yeah, i'll be open at least from noon til five. "
what is it about Presidents Day that would cause him to open later than normal? kids don't have school. office workers don't have work. people will be MORE likely to have time to waste in your stinky comic closet!
anyway, i walked out empty-handed. there were neat-looking books there, a few things that i had been hoping to stumble across. but the stench was unbearable, as was the debate over which attack to use in the game.
but i can tell you this: the freak that didn't open until noon on monday is no longer undefeated at magic the gathering!
