I have heard rumors from a fellow traveler of mine that there is a bookstore somewhere in the area that puts nearly all other bookstores to shame for sheer disorganization. Books and disorganization are two words that I like to hear together. There is something about searching for novels in a cave-like environment that is very comforting to me. You just don't get that same feeling in your local Barnes & Nobles. Which is probably for the best.

The small store is on a side-street. It has a sign in front of it that shouts BOOKS in red neon. Pass through the uninviting narrow doorway, and you find yourself navigating through narrow isles filled to the roof with books and magazines. While not disorganized, this place does have the cave-like atmosphere down to a T. The store owner is a large man who coughs loudly and unhealthily. This man is not going to find a book for you. Period. And perhaps in his best interest to avoid navigating himself through the narrow isles, lest he cause a cave-in.

On a closer look, I realized that this is not your usual used book store. This place has a lot of magazines. Thousands of them, from floor to roof, all in mint condition, all in plastic sleeves. Someone has put a lot of effort in keeping these babies in top condition. This store is not so much of a used book store as it is a used magazine store. A used porn magazine store. So if you don't mind shelling out $50 ASD, you can get your very own vintage 1975 Australian Playboy. Which month do you want? We are talking thousands of girly magazine here.

What can't help but wonder is how did this collection start and how did it get so enormous? Is this the project of one lonely man who decided to profit off of his vices? Perhaps word got around Sydney, and for those men who wanted certain magazines out of the house, yet did not have the heart to toss them in the recycling bin, off they went to smut's greener pastures, this bookstore.

I consider today's 'find wacky places' mission a resounding success.