People here know it as “the 2 o’clock store.” There’s no sign or flashing lights on the outside. There aren’t even any windows. The building with the torn siding slouches in a weedy lot.

Regulars often arrive bleary-eyed and slurring, digging deep into pockets to pay for bargain liquor and cigarettes.

 ”Give me an RC pop and a bag of skins and a pint of R&R and a 3 Musketeers,” said a man in a dark, billowy coat who moved with a slight limp. … [via Chicago Tribune]