Fat shouts to Bodega for employing the rare junky store in Chinatown technique of selling kids mystery bags. I remember always going to the same shop and every single time without fail my sister would ask my parents if she could get a mystery box and every single time without fail my parents had to explain to her why that was a bad consumer decision. I'm not gonna lie, my sister and I were never fully convinced by our parents' logic, which leads us to my ringing endorsement of a grab bag full of unknown T-shirts or hats from Bodega. The price is right and you haven't done something this exciting in a very long time. C'mon, man, live a little. Pull a Phil Knight and Just Do It™.