Well, it's been a while since my last post. I know, I know, you're all sad it took this long. But, fear not, I'm back with something to ramble about. This post is going to be dedicated to the loving memory of the dearly departed video store (R.I.P.).
I remember it like it was yesterday. When I was a kid, my parents and grandparents would take me to our local video store Hastings and let me roam around for what seemed like an endless amount of time. And yes, there were more than a few instances where I would be hurried because I would take forever. It even got to a point where my parents would refuse to take me unless I already had movie picked out before we went. It was that bad. And I can't say I blame them. I would study the boxes of cover art, the dates the films were made, look at who directed, starred, and produced them. I was a nerd for that shit. I still am. In the town I grew up in, we had a few other video stores around, although none of them were quite as big or as prominent as Hastings was. I would go visit those stores, too. For a few summers, I would even ride my bicycle to one of them over the summer to rent movies. It was a little place called Razorback Video and Tanning. My parents had an account and told the workers I could have the run of the place - a decision they would regret later when I ended up renting "Natural Born Killers". I was 13. We lived in a suburban neighborhood at the time, and I would ride my bike for what seemed like 20 minutes. Just to get to the video store. It didn't matter where I lived, I would always seek out a place to rent movies. When I lived in Waldron for a year, I would rent them from a little hole in the wall joint that was next to a gas station (Let's be honest, that whole town is a hole in the wall), and when I lived in Springdale, I would rent from Blockbuster.