So I'm leaving Marwil's with a copy of The Fifth Estate minding my own business, when two crack heads, a hooker with 4 teeth, and a man named Scooter were arguning. I asked what was wrong, and the man named Scooter said "What's wrong - my mom named me Scooter, that's what's wrong", the hooker said, "I only got 4 teeth, and they're all in the front", and the one crack head took my left shoe, and the other one took it away from him. Then they chased each other up Warren with my shoe.

Two days later, I see one of the crack heads on Cass, trying to sell my shoe and some computer science textbooks from 1983. What's $5 - I got my shoe back and a manual on the exciting new COBOL programming language.

You just can't get experiences like these in Ann Arbor.