So one day I decided to kill some time and a few brain cells. How? By entering Spencer’s Gifts:
One thought came to mind:
“I immediately regret this decision.”
This validated my fear:
Zounds and Zubaz! Where’s my pickup truck and rebel flag?!
I don’t recall the events following this picture. I DO remember waking up in a Dumpster behind Paradise Valley Mall. It was nighttime. And it was so disorienting. And shameful. Much like a trip to Spencer’s Gifts.