September 2017 by Matthew P.
So after a month of celebrating my 45th year in the circle of life, well back onto the avenues, boulevards, and streets, venturing into the heart of liquor store darkness. While out and about working for the good finger people, I felt compelled to stop in for some water. This heat, I tell ya. This place has a definite funk to it, both outside and inside, the smell of decay, despair, and good old fashioned body odor of customers past. So, I digress, this store is a definite 5 start entry in my liquor store hall of fame. The bullet proof glass, good beer and booze at great prices, the usual hood libations, chochkas, etc. Oh and on a side note, he sells bandanas here, so if you are about to go bangin', and you forget your rag at home, well, he has you covered! The guy behind the counter was friendly and helpful enough, along with the usual flotsam and jetsam hanging around in front of the store and parking lot. Oh and the parking lot here, well it is an obstacle course, what with the potholes, broken glass, trash, and other debris. Maybe that's to prevent a fast escape in the event of a hold up? I dunno. On another note, I can't help but mention the barber shop several doors down. This being a Friday afternoon, well it looked like the local crew of homies were getting their haircuts for the long weekend. Thanks Chato for the props on my shirt! (the homies love their Dodgers) As a side note, a nasty brush fire was burning in La Tuna Canyon during my visit. The smoke and ash in the air, well, made for a dramatic visit. Helicopters, fire trucks, la jura rolling with their lights flashing down the always lovely Glenoaks Boulevard. Somewhere, I hear Joseph Conrad, "The horror, the horror, the horror". PS I highly doubt there is a gender neutral bathroom or android pay in this place.
