It was an unremarkable day. Just like the many thousands that had preceded it and the hundreds that would follow. I was walking down a busy street, mid-morning traffic lazily buzzing by. Grey concrete pavement stretched ahead, the breeze kicking litter this way and that. The rows of identical brick townhouses broken up only by the usual assortment of convenience stores, mobile phone dealers, car mechanics, fast-food joints, the odd gas station. But there, in between this parade of humanity’s finest, something caught my eye.
Dr. Quirkey’s Emporium.
