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So had a guy come in, ordered a book. Seemed like a normal fellow. Till I begin to ask him for his personal info to either call him or mail him a postcard.
He doesn't have a phone ("Ma Bell went fuck me. Fucked me hard!!"), and his mail is "General Delivery." Then it turns into a tirade over the Government denying him affordable housing. Oh, and suing them for trillions. Yes, Trillions.
Then we have the blaming of some random cop that busted into his house and evicted him. Okay....at least I managed to get him to realize that his order is gonna take 10 days and to come back in 10 days. Hopefully he takes his "Happy Pills" before then.
He doesn't have a phone ("Ma Bell went fuck me. Fucked me hard!!"), and his mail is "General Delivery." Then it turns into a tirade over the Government denying him affordable housing. Oh, and suing them for trillions. Yes, Trillions.
Then we have the blaming of some random cop that busted into his house and evicted him. Okay....at least I managed to get him to realize that his order is gonna take 10 days and to come back in 10 days. Hopefully he takes his "Happy Pills" before then.