It was like Facebook but in the real world? Has Tom B ever been to Facebook? Unless Crazy’s idea of chatting up the staff or other customers included begging them to join his mafia or showing random strangers pictures of his neice, I doubt it was much like Facebook.
I wonder if the real Village Booksmith sells DVDs or CDs, or just old back issues of Readers’s Digest. Either way, getting accosted by my weird mailman at a bookstore would be enough to drive me away, or go nuclear on his butt.
Crazy Harry: “So what book did ya get?”
Me: “The joys of animal sex! I’ve always heard about it and was kind of curious. Lots of horse stuff in it. I’m more of a marsupial man myself but kangaroos are hard to come by in Ohio…”