It’s a Classic

One day, while I was still in single-digits, somewhere around 6 or 7, I went exploring in my parents bedroom closet. This was because I was young, unsupervised, and very bored (there was no Netflix back then; explain it to the youngsters). At any rate, I dug through the shoes and boots, and crawled beyond the bags of cast-off clothes, into the far, darkest reaches, and discovered an old cardboard box filled with what looked like magazines.
Now, in a normal house, this would have been my dads...