Voodoo Chile

5643 Bell Ave, Dallas, TX 75206

This is a crazy little thrift shop, named after a Jimi Hendrix song, owned by an eclectic little asian man who has legally changed his named to Jimi Hendrix. As long as the popsicle stand is right down the road, you will be greeted at the door by a sign that says, "No fuckin popsicle No No No."  Oh, and the store's only open at night [Which is fine. Its in the Lower Greenville area, next to all the bars. Where people usually are at night anyways]. It's not surprising at all that the owner avoids daylight, honestly.

The inventory of this shop is a little off-the-wall and sometimes offensive. It's not a place to go if you are easily offended or into the SJW scene that's been prevalent lately. There's a full table of nazi books, smoking/drug paraphernalia, and it appears some pictures/artwork that he just painted profanities over. When I went, there was a sizeable picture of Jesus with the words "Fuck Jews" painted over it. There was also some "art" that he appears to have made himself that seems to be a Jesus figurine hanging from a cross and  bleeding profusely with a grotesque demented face. And it wasn't in a realistic "hey, I tried..." kind of way; It looked like it was purposely made with a sadistic mood. I don't know how to explain it.

That's the front half of the store. The back half of the store, has items more commonly sold in other thrift stores, just a bit weirder.  Stuff like clothes, dress, purses. They have some kind of antique things like vinyls,  VHS tapes, and 8 track cassettes. You never know what you'll find.

My friends had taken me here to show me after we had been drinking a little bit.  We all decided it would be a good idea to each buy some interesting little thing to add to our outfits. Myself and one other guy just got hats (viking hat for him, leopard print santa hat for me), while the other guy was trying to haggle for shoes with flames on it because it matched his shirt.  Jimi was trying to say he couldn't go down in price because the shoes were brand name and the real deal. When asked where he got them, he shrugged and said "ehhhhh... dumpster."