the parking lot behind the old boob tube

there was a time, in the mid-90s, when the boob tube was the coolest video store around. in a time when every town had at least 3, maybe more, going to the video store was an event, a reason to get excited. there were always the obvious new releases, but in the boob tube they had something even better, something special- wall to wall shelves of the most obscure, absurd, random, and ridiculous movies you could ever imagine. from your favorite childhood movie to your new favorite horror movie that you didn’t know existed, you could find it at the boob tube.
now of course there is netflix, bluckbuster, a million and a half other chain rental places and downloading sites, you never leave your house, you never stumble across the most brilliant cover you’ve ever seen and spend the next two hours of your life in complete cinematic rapture. alas. there’s always the leftover parking lot.