text: Stopped in on a whim The whole plaza gives me the creeps although I do like Yucca tap room and Capistranos But besides the plaza giving me the uneasy feeling that even an unattractive midaged man could fall victim to a midday rape I forged on The rewards were less than stellar I cruised the aisles of items looking for something I could purchase to add to my already cluttered abode No dice Everything is in that weird period where it is not old enough to be collectible cool or culturally relevant yet nothing is new enough to provide an upgrade The only thing I thought was cool was a couple obscure punk CDs in the music section but I already had the albums on my IPOD I did not see anyone else buying anything either but everyone did stop to talk to the old cooter working the register He looks like he may be a plethora of knowledge and stories I am not trying to steer people away just saying I did not have any luck but then again I did not seek guidance from the wrinkled prophet dishing advise and offering a safe harbor to those fearing the dayrape