A TRIP TO THE GROCERY STORE
Walking To My Car: Feeling the outside eyes watching, I got into my car and drove off. With an inconspicuous glance, I noticed what I knew already. There was nobody sitting in a car watching. It was just a silhouette or a shadow. The Arrival: Jotting things down on my notepad, I worried about crap that might happen. Will there be a bad coincidence? ...a crazy synchronization? Avoid, let go, and be. Walking Towards The Store: I heard a horn behind me... Ideas of reference? Someone slammed their door... Thoughts of influence? Not good. I need that Jim Beam. Seeing a hippy in front of me, dreads and a low-rider bicycle, looking back at me, smiling. "I’ve seen him before, near The Cajun Dome." Walking Through And Inside The Liquor Isle: clatter clatter... muffled voices. chatter chatter... I pick up a bottle of Jim Beam. Walking towards the cola, I saw a glorious individual picking up an item.