Wow! High school memories!!! I grew up in Gary, IN, and I used to go to this dirty, dusty little hole in the wall ghetto "grocery store" that sold candy, chips, cold soda, and grocery supplies up front, and had a newsstand in the back that had porn. I would borrow the car from my dad, and go to this store every month to get the Gary Post-Tribune (which I didn't need since it came to our house every morning), the Chicago Sun-Times, and the latest copy of Players Magazine to hide in between the two. I would hide my Players stash in the loft of the family garage, out of the reaches of my parents. Every time I would go into that little store though, I would see this guy sitting on a stool reading the paper with a nasty ass .45 holstered on his side. I always wondered to myself, why the hell they needed an armed guard in this little bitty, dingy, dusty, neighborhood "grocery store" in the middle of the hood that nobody seemed to patronize other than little kids buying candy and chips, and teenagers like me raiding the porn collection? It wasn't until years later, long after I left home, finished college, and moved to another part of the country, and long after that old building had been shuttered, that I learned that the "grocery store" was just a front. I only knew about the "grocery store" that you entered from the front door. I never knew that most people entered that building from a back door in the alley. It turns out that the whole operation was controlled by the Chicago Outfit, and the real money was being made upstairs. Turns out, they were running slots, roulette, high stakes poker, and whores upstairs, and probably taking in upwards of $1 million a month out of that dusty little hood store, and the guy with the sidearm was there to make sure that nobody got out with the real stash.