Quimby’s old location. The many afternoons and evening I spent at Quimby’s, reading, shopping, and shooting the shit with Steven over a drink, were the best ones of my young life. So much inspiration and encouragement there. It was the bookstore I’d been waiting for my entire life.
One of the apartments to the right was where Steven and Sherri lived. I was introduced to Jan Å vankmajer, Henry Darger, Wallace and Gromit, and other, higher weirdness in that place.