last night at indigo there was an aged asian man ranging from either 35yrs, poorly aged and homely in a cosby sweater, to 50yrs old youthfully sad wasted old and horridly azn in a cosby sweather. either or, beside us he sat with his respective pile of reads to flip through, each tiding him over for no more than 20 seconds each before tossing them to his feet on the ground. and there they stood , tall and proud;

- a suicide girls book.
- a black booty mag.
- assorted slightly questionable pornographic artsy type fashion mags.

sufficient provisions for the spank bank.

dear sad sad asian man,

let me buy you the internet, where if nothing more, you can use amazon.ca more discretely.