I was in this thrift store on

3-10-15,

around noon, if you must know.

This old grandma grabbed some shirt off the $1 rack and said to me,

"Hallelujah, Praise the Lord"

she stuck the shirt under my nose

"I don't like it" I said

"The Lord is watching out for me!" she said

"why come?"

"This here is a Banana Republic shirt Mr shoes."

"So"

"This here is gold, one dollar! Halleljah, Praise the Lord!" She said.

I left and went over to the electronics section but there wasn't anything electronic. Just some busted blender. It was green.

"This makes me want to vomit"

I went to the sporting goods section but all they had was this ole surfing wet suit and a wooden paddle.

I think you smacked balls with the wooden paddle. It looked dull.

Some man rolled past me in a scooter. He was older than me. Maybe 75 years old. He stank of B.O.

I left the thrift store and went outside.

The same street, the same stores, the same everything.

It was almost 1 pm on a Tuesday afternoon. I felt really depressed.

I've been down this street before.

Maybe I could go buy that wooden paddle and smack my balls.

Life was full of difficult decisions.

I sat on the curb. I pm. Tuesday, 3-10-15.

03/11/2015

Posted on 03/11/2015
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