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Usually I go to stop&shop to forage, but today the weather was just so perfect that I skipped past the goddam depressing-ass place and bounced over all the way to trader joe's. The food's better there anyway.
As I was looking for something to buy and maybe eat later on I realized that what I really want is located in a russian store about 5 minutes away. Except beer, trader joe's has great beer.
So, I waved goodbye for now to trader joe's, had two sample cups of grape juice (all natural, mind you, no surgery 10 years ago can turn me against actual grapes), and walked out the door when I heard some dude running after me. I stopped, looked around, and he was right there behind me all in my face, being all like, "Hey, man, did you pay for everything" I was all like, "what?" and he was like, "Did you steal something? What's in that pocket?" So I gave him a pretty dirty look and took out my wallet. So he's all like, "Oh."
So then I got pissed and gave him some shit about it, he apologized a bunch of times, and went back into the store. I walked some more, then returned to the store and asked him to point me to the customer that said I was stealing shit. The bastard didn't, but he and his manager were like, some customers are vigilante about it, sorry, blah. Asses.
So I went to the russian store, performed a successful forage operation that involved, among other things, buying a chewing gum named Turbo that has a photograph of a random race car inside it. Real cool. I used to eat those in russia, they were mad expensive, too. Not to mention delicious.
I then went back to the store, and get this, the same dude and the customer (a 6-7 foot woman with bulging biceps) were standing there waiting for me. With assault rifles. Also the manager, wielding two uzis. So now they're shooting at me, and I'm hiding behind a trash can, almost entirely unarmed, only a 6-shooter in each hand.
Well, I'll skip over the boring parts. Dodge here, dodge there, all that. I defeated them, of course, got beer, and went on back to the dorm.
On the way back I met this model I used to draw, Chris, a very good-looking girl, and a great model, mind you. She yelled "Hey Misha!" at me, and I stayed around for a couple of minutes to chat with her. I offered her a warm beer, and she seemed pleased. Even a warm beer was much cooler than the air. She said she'd probably never see me again. I asked how come, and she said, well, the modeling thing is kind of erratic and all, you never know.
She hugged me, I hugged her. Why not, right?
Then we said "keep working hard" to each other and went our own separate ways.
It seemed, though, that had I asked her number and whatnot, she'd give it to me. But - model and all - I didn't.
Then I thought a bunch of more things and wrote them down here, and then I erased them because this is getting kind of long, and they sound better in thought form anyway. Also I have to go.
Tatah.
As I was looking for something to buy and maybe eat later on I realized that what I really want is located in a russian store about 5 minutes away. Except beer, trader joe's has great beer.
So, I waved goodbye for now to trader joe's, had two sample cups of grape juice (all natural, mind you, no surgery 10 years ago can turn me against actual grapes), and walked out the door when I heard some dude running after me. I stopped, looked around, and he was right there behind me all in my face, being all like, "Hey, man, did you pay for everything" I was all like, "what?" and he was like, "Did you steal something? What's in that pocket?" So I gave him a pretty dirty look and took out my wallet. So he's all like, "Oh."
So then I got pissed and gave him some shit about it, he apologized a bunch of times, and went back into the store. I walked some more, then returned to the store and asked him to point me to the customer that said I was stealing shit. The bastard didn't, but he and his manager were like, some customers are vigilante about it, sorry, blah. Asses.
So I went to the russian store, performed a successful forage operation that involved, among other things, buying a chewing gum named Turbo that has a photograph of a random race car inside it. Real cool. I used to eat those in russia, they were mad expensive, too. Not to mention delicious.
I then went back to the store, and get this, the same dude and the customer (a 6-7 foot woman with bulging biceps) were standing there waiting for me. With assault rifles. Also the manager, wielding two uzis. So now they're shooting at me, and I'm hiding behind a trash can, almost entirely unarmed, only a 6-shooter in each hand.
Well, I'll skip over the boring parts. Dodge here, dodge there, all that. I defeated them, of course, got beer, and went on back to the dorm.
On the way back I met this model I used to draw, Chris, a very good-looking girl, and a great model, mind you. She yelled "Hey Misha!" at me, and I stayed around for a couple of minutes to chat with her. I offered her a warm beer, and she seemed pleased. Even a warm beer was much cooler than the air. She said she'd probably never see me again. I asked how come, and she said, well, the modeling thing is kind of erratic and all, you never know.
She hugged me, I hugged her. Why not, right?
Then we said "keep working hard" to each other and went our own separate ways.
It seemed, though, that had I asked her number and whatnot, she'd give it to me. But - model and all - I didn't.
Then I thought a bunch of more things and wrote them down here, and then I erased them because this is getting kind of long, and they sound better in thought form anyway. Also I have to go.
Tatah.