Department Store Dispatch 001.
Currently trapped in a Banana Republic which has somehow been turned into a night club. They are playing a Devo track mixed with some water bubbles with the whole thing bouncing around the interior of one of those steel drums.
We’re shopping. Which just means I’m sitting down with a whole pile of clothes laying on top of me. I think I just saw a fourteen year old with a champagne flute
If I had a free hand I would be all over that shit, (the booze, jackasses), but instead I may start in with my best Lee Mazilli impersonation. Which just means I’ll sit here, rocking back and forth, muttering to myself. That’ll get me outta here…
