morgauseoforkney:

How do people get to own secondhand bookshops. Not the big/newer quirky ones, but the little dusty ones that are piled high with books and always staffed by that same old guy who’s reading behind the desk. How do these businesses even begin, how do they survive, they feel like they were passed down by immortals and staffed by retired druids or something

I heard the bunch that used to be on Yonge Street were originally all set up by a local organized crime boss who planned to eventually use them for money laundering or something, only he died and all the book people he’d installed just kept happily running bookshops in their low-rent storefronts.