Pelham Bay Pit Stop No 6

When I was in 7^th grade, this place was a safe haven for purchasing pornographic magazines: Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler, Cheri, High Society, etc. Mind you, this is when I was rockin’ a Commodore 64 and I relied on a Smith Corona word processor to type my papers (thus, I like to call it the «pre internet porn» days). I appreciated this place and owe my eternal gratitude to the unscrupulous business men who were making a living to feed their family.
I returned to this store recently to revisit this old friend and noticed that there are no magazines; the place was bare! There were some newspapers, sodas and some candy and fruit. The old man in the front seemed lifeless. Sh-​t if I worked in a small store with very little human interaction every day I might be a zombie, too.
The only cool thing about this business is that it is located under the #6 train station. Otherwise this business fails to demonstrate any value and I wouldn’t miss it if it closed indefinitely. Maybe it’s popular during rush hour; I never see it open any other time.
Go to the Pelham Bay Mini Market next to Villa Barone instead.
I leave you with a moment of Zen…
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| First stop: my high school guidance counselor. |
| That b*tch encouraged me to open this stupid store! |
| Thanks for nothing! I could have been a stripper! |
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