Rite Aid II; the sequel in Normal entries

  • June 18, 2015, 1:43 a.m.
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I went back to the rite aid, same one, same time of day, same clerk. I grabbed a pack of gum and took two sticks out. The guy was almost vibrating with hostility. He was. He was vibrating with hostility. I put my three pack of gum on the counter and pulled handfuls of pennies from my pocket.

“How much for three sticks?” I said.

“Sir, you can’t …”

“Make me a balloon Clown!”

No. That didn’t happen. But it could have. Anything I can conceive of doing, I can do. Wait, no. Anything that just involves dialogue and simple actions I can do, I mean I have no shame, and I only have boundaries and filters when I want boundaries and filters. My moral compass would have pointed straight to — He started the crazy on Monday. It’s not a moral thing anyhow. Not where it ended.

I would feel remorse if either one of us were incarcerated. I’m not afraid of incarceration. I would really suck, but, I mean to say in a long life of doing things I’ve only been genuinely threatened with incarceration twice. I don’t think there is any law against being weird to the rite aid water guy; it should be mandatory. I mean I was paying for stuff, and clown isn’t an insult, it’s a profession, I mean it’s not like saying “Make me a balloon motherfucker” There is no slander in asking a clown for a balloon, it’s in the job description. Motherfuckers probably have a simple job description (I say probably because I’ve never met a professional motherfucker, that is one who makes a living at it, motherfucker being the day job and not just a hobby) I assume it’s pretty much fuck a mother, not, say, fuck a mother and clean out the grease traps and change the marquee.

I had a pretty good day. I made fun of some goats and I ate curried rice with coconut milk. Sure, it’s not the ideal good day, not the sort of thing you plan for or aspire to, that’s what makes it so good. Found joy. I’m not sure if the goodness would have been diminished or augmented by buying three sticks of gum with pennies from the guy at the rite aid. But, you know, the rite aid will be there tomorrow and dude probably still works there, I mean I don’t think he just snapped, I think he snaps all the time and if they wanted him gone I would have had no water entry. Um, prosebox water entry. I can think of several marinas off the top of my head that I have not been banned from.

So, yeah, it’s nice to see you too.


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