Adult World

"The old bait 'n switch"

I was driving southbound on 309, looking for some crack when I discovered a dingy-looking, run-down box of a building on an unkempt plot of land complete with dead shrubbery and gravel thrown about. I was very excited because it unmistakably belonged to a small commune of crack users, the sort who live humbly and within their own means, opting to make their own crack rather than make it for then buy it from the rich CEOs in Manhattan. I couldn't wait to make the acquaintanceship of the folk in here and exchange tales from and road and enjoy a hot meal of Wonder Bread on tinfoil. However, when I went inside, I was sorely disappointed.

So, apparently, this establishment was a dingy adult book store. The selection was shıt, the magazines were shıt, the ladies on the DVD boxes were all fat, the toys were shıt, and the guy at the counter looked like an anteater.

I left in a huff, though fortunately this guy who was smoking a ciggy out back hooked me up with some dank C.