It was located inside of that abstract thing with wing's mouth. I thought showing all your teeth meant you'd be smiling but it was 3:30 PM by my watches standards and I realized you had a ten dollar bill hanging on to your 2 front teeth and your braces bound lower teeth with all the strength of a printed piece of metal smelling paper. Your eyes looked eager enough to pounce on any kind of stranger who'd help you with the bird food, 6 pack of tonic water, and two containers of hypo-allergenic baby wipes--I'm guessing it had to do with the red spots on your hands underneath your gracious friend's scarily sharp as mechanical pencils feet, or claws as people with my condition like to call them.
And surprisingly it only added up to nine dollars and twenty-five cents, with $0.50 remaining, I added a fun size cookies and cream hershey bar--I was doing you a favor after all I'm backwards diabetic and need sugar constantly, especially if the hike to your house included me carrying the foul smelling pellets your friend would be chowing down on while I waited for a frozen pizza to thaw out.
My eczema was getting worse by the dry air accompanied by most tuesday's in march, for some reason, newfoundland is just not the place for supply skin, you can spot ashy elbows more than squirrels or trees here. And in my case, ash was not a problem, but the itchy bumps on my skin caused by an allergic reaction to my boyfriends cat who reassured me with his doctor friend prescribing me some medical ointment. I wondered if that yellow ball of noise could be put on a leash. You looked a decent size enough that you had to have made grocery trips before--but was that thing accompanying you?--glaring at all the strangers whose parents had warned them about helping people who fed the birds--hey at least you count for being elderly--And in my nightmare you were clad in a bunch of grey, a dusty t shirt with a name similar to clay akin scribbled across the chest, a grey squirrel hue of a irish cap, the kind newsboys would wear according to my Pop Pop (not to be mistaken for the man on my birth certificate). It didn't seem to provide much warmth as it teased only the tip of your ears with warmth. But believe or not the moment I retrieved the ten dollar bill from your teeth I noticed one was chipped, most were yellower than the liquid the theater 76 tries to pass of as butter and you weren't closing your mouth I think you were smiling but nobody was telling jokes or bumping into the soup can tower directly to my right.
when a homeless man was selling his big mac on the street, he squirted ketchup at me and my friend for trying to figure out why we'd take his instead of a fresher one. I mean can you trust mcdonalds anymore than a homeless man selling burgers? the moral was never ask why I guess.
You actually had me chuckling at a quiet moment, when all the scuffling across the 1/3 tiled part of the store went still, I guess more bodies were pondering which brand of vitamin D to get on the carpeted side--the cashier didn't seem to notice and aquired a couple knots between her eyebrows and a thick accent and thre the receipt in the bag without asking if we wanted to keep it or not. Not that I care about the environment or anything.
Twenty blocks and we were only past one third of the whole foods,--west conneticut had the smalle one known to man because it only sold dry goods. I wondered if what I smelled was expired milk but it was just some kid feasting on his mother in public. I kinda wished I could walk up to a cow with a cookie and just refresh myself, and then my pedometer fell on the concrete, right between the crack with a handprint and an imprint that 'JA LIVES,' and that fucking piece of shit pedometer decided to give up. Losing to Timothy the third year in a row, I should've just kept mine in the bottom of the orange juice carton, shaken--not stirred. CONGRATULATIONS 1000000000000000 steps.
look at you making it through monday (i'm proud),
casey
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