They know me pretty well at the Hollywood Discount Liquor store on Federal Highway. Unlike most of their regular customers, I bathe, use a credit card, and have most of my teeth. Although that sure changed last month.
When I walk in shoeless or shirtless (or both), they figure, “At least he’s not homeless.” I wonder if the closing of the Homeless Hilton a few blocks north hurt their business. BTW — that monstrosity is coming down starting this week. Keep an eye out for flying roaches and rodents,
Anyway, I spot this charming message on a stanchion in the parking lot. Turns out it refers to a local (Hollywood again) musician. I guess plastering his brand name in the parking lot of a liquor store catering to a largely vagabond population makes a lot of sense: you can visit his website to get an idea of his artistic orientation.
Hollywood Discount employs terrific people — courteous, helpful, friendly, and amazingly patient, considering their clientele. Good selection of tequila, too. If Guido ever throws me out and I find myself homeless, I plan to camp out in their parking lot by the Scumbag WorldWide sticker. Bring change.