Dear homeless junkie rando,
Thanks for sicking me out on my way to the carnival of sparkly eyeshadows and charming Engrish stationary goods that is the Japanese dollar store. I don't know in what universe it's become okay to just plonk yourself down on a bench at the mall and start picking your scabs, but seriously, dude, I can't even imagine that's totally koshe in the homeless junkie rando community. Totally effing repuggo.
Security must have agreed, because you were gone when I came back out,