Gina, Snooky and Tish didn’t know what to expect when they opened Manic Panic, but they sure found out fast. First, there was the phone terrorist.

“This guy called us twice when I was alone here,” Tish recalled. “He pretended like he kept getting the wrong number, and started asking us if we were the store that was selling punk stuff. Then he said, ‘I’m gonna blow up your fuckin’ store!’ ” Fortunately, the nut faded back into oblivion, only to be replaced by the local precinct cop.