>>> Has the Cop Shop closed? Forever? Seriously? We didn’t believe it until we took a swing by there ourselves: empty shelves, no cops, no crackies, no dawn-of-the-dead clerks. For some, the venerably scummy corner market at 13th and Lombard was itself a rite of passage. For UArts freshmen, for instance, it was where you bought your first 40, your first rolling papers, your first condoms and your first can of Dinty Moore beef stew. Oh, Cop Shop, say it ain’t so! We tip our 40s to thee.

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