True Story of the Day:
I grew up in a small, northern town in the 1970s/80s. The hippest store in town was a drugstore -- drugstores in that setting being kind of like general stores, selling food, posters, cosmetics, toys, cheap jewelery... everything a kid could want -- anyways, this particular drugstore, I kid you not, was called:
IIRC, the place was pretty psychedelic-looking, too... all giant purple-and-white checkerboard flooring, bright lights, and groovy fonts.
Can't imagine why hanging out on ePlaya and daydreaming about BM would make me suddenly think of Disco Drugs.
If you want drama to stop following you everywhere, try letting go of the leash.