My New Best Friend
1:41 a.m.
Since “The Shoppes” here in the Hills opened up 4 days ago I’ve been twice. I hate the place. Nothing but uber-trendy crap targeted at the fashion-zombie hordes and frequented by loser-teens that need swift and effective discipline that their uptight snobbish parents won’t give them because they’re mommy and daddy’s little angels. So, to combat this disgust for the majority of the people in my home town The Shoppes has provided me with one saving grace, Trader Joe’s. More specifically, Two-Buck Chuck. Yes, the first day said shoppes opened I went with my madre and asked her if she’d buy me a bottle. I had one that very night. Yesterday (Monday) I returned with my ma once again and this time returned with 4 bottles. All for me, all my money. Yes, I suspect my paychecks will be spent on keeping me numb from the idiocy that this town exudes, and at $2 a bottle, how could I go wrong? No, I’m not becoming the alcoholic I once was (I really wasn’t an alcoholic, I just had a bit of a problem coping with reality), I do plan on sharing my wine and don’t plan on having more than a bottle a night (not every night, but the nights that I do drink) to myself, although I’m sure it wouldn’t be too much of a problem if I did, just the whole living with my parents for the summer…y’know…might be odd to be sputtering and stumbling around drunkenly around them…and they might cut me off, which would be bad. Anyways, I’ve posted a video below. I only expect a couple of you to recognize it, if that.