I just love this weird-ass surplus store slash curiosity shop.
I can’t imagine needing anything and going to Ax-Man to find it. It’s not that kind of store.
Ax-Man is not the kind of place you go to buy the thing you need. It’s the kind of place you go to discover all the oddball things you suddenly need to change your life. Or, at least, the equipment you need to savagely run your life off the rails.
I hope whoever is running this shit show is neck deep in dollars because it is a Saint Paul institution. Without it, we will truly be lost forever.