The Walgreen’s of choice just so happens to be the neighborhood I grew up in. The corner is a familiar one located at Harry and Broadway. Memories of riding my bike up and down, back and forth across all of these streets. I once saw an accident at the intersection. A car had a run in with the fire hydrant and the intersection was knee high in water. I remember this because I thought it would be rad to build a boat and float. The area was known for its terrible flooding habits.

Though this time my aspirations of sailing were nowhere to be found and I was picking up some film from the 1-hour photo lab at the Walgreen’s of choice. The weather called for a hoodie, so being the Boy Scout that I am I was prepared.

The clinical Walgreen’s scent permeated the store as I walked to 1-hour photo lab counter. The talking fish was still in full stock, as if it were the hot new gift for the good ole boys and the 50 million pack of batteries were on sale for $9.99.

Finally making it past the hot sales, I stood at the counter with my hood up. The photo technician asked me what the last name was.

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