thebestdavy

One time when I was twelve, and possibly more white than I am now, I was in a convenience store in the Oakwood apartment complex when a large black man approached me and my friend and said, "Yo, that's ODB, baby!", and then this other dude wearing a big gold necklace that said BASTARD strolled over and introduced himself. It was completely random, but luckily I had some idea about Wu Tang, so I was able to compose myself enough to respond with something like, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Bastard." Remains one of the most surreal moments of my life.

That's an oddly specific dream - would you have ever considered opening a bookstore in the event a pandemic hadn't occurred? Or were you just that confident/hopeful that one would?