If the bookstore has stairs or an escalator, I love it. To a certain extent, I have turned my house into a bookstore with stairs, except the organization is very iffy, little or no alphabetizing or categorizing, and no cash register because the grump in charge wants BIG CASH MONEY for his crappy books all stained, sun bleached, and paperback covers and pages in crumpled condition. And the books are all highlighted with words underlined with a 5 ink color Hello Kitty pen, with 1 to 5 stars drawn in the upper outside corner of the page, with brackets and commentary in the margins, and words I have never read before that I don't know the definitions to copied on the top of the page. What a goof I am.

Gotta haunt those stacks. Running back and forth, as I remember crap I want to read about. Since I am a weirdo space alien type guy, I never read fiction, I only love non-fiction. Buying books like an idiot, because, in theory, I should haunt the university library at UCI. To save that cash money. But it bugs me when I need access to a fact and I am unable to run upstairs and downstairs of my house to find the exact book on the exact page.

If I like the books so much, you would think I would not let them litter the floor in heaps.