Even though they have like a billion other M-rated games on full view in their display case, Fred Meyer is keeping their copies of Grand Theft Auto IV behind the counter—meaning if you want to pick up a copy, you have to go up and ask them for one, kind of shamefully, as if you’re buying porn or something. It’s a weird feeling, and an unexpectedly shame-inducing one—upon purchasing the verboten game, you feel as if you’re now an unseemly character with fraying and/or neglected moral fiber, the sort of base, lowly person who requests only the most lurid of entertainments, who insists on purchasing merchandise that must be kept out of view from the general public.

In related news, we’ll have Earnest “Nex” Cavalli’s review of the game in Thursday’s Mercury. The short version: Go pick up a copy.