Mays Used Records

This was Detroit’s finest record store. Located on 8 Mile right across the street from the Booby Trap. A tiny bomb shelter about the size of a bedroom… Had a makeshift bathroom/​storage area.
Everything was price marked according to the book, but Mr. Mays would cut strange deals at the register. Tons of old 45s, piled into boxes that were marked (usually incorrectly) with the contents of each box.
Mr. Mays himself is awesome. He’s an older fellow, he kind of looks like the cryptkeeper from Tales from the Crypt. He just chain smokes and eats cookies all day.
Bonus points for the time he peed in the bathroom with the door open, while me and my friend shopped 5 feet away. Then he walked out (didn’t wash his hands), grabbed another cookie, and sat down.
Genius.