I'm in one of those very hip Southern used clothing stores where the people who work there have their head so far up their ass that they can't even say hello to when you walk in the door.

"You have to be cruel to be kind," is what the man is singing in the song that is being piped into the store. There is some greater significance to this, I'm sure, and maybe there isn't; but, either way, I won't be in a hurry to come back and pull out my credit card in this store.

Wow. You have tatoos, a piercing and a psuedo-punk haircut. I'm really impressed.