Apologies for the annoying background noise. Caveats of recording at a restaurant.
Today I left work with a happy feeling. I am now, over depression. I feel rejunivated rejuvinated rejuvenated. I feel this energy flowing through…no wait, it’s the cash, it’s because I got the Durga Puja festival bonus cash. That’s why I feel happy.
On the way to the instrument store, I saw this.
Now, I don’t know if you know this about me, but I love rolls. So I pointed at the crispy spring roll, and then I pointed at my mouth. You can imagine my sorrow, when the guy handed me this plate of disaster.
The roll was severed into several meaningless pieces, and I ate them unwillingly, with a fork that has been in countless mouths.
I arrived at my destination right on time. I put my bargaining hat on, and entered the store where magic is made. Say hello to the latest and greatest addition to the percussion family, the practice pad.
This is not a painting of a goat
I wish I had said the last one during a meeting or something, to prove a point. Hell, I would have got a standing ovation for that. But no, I came up with that while eating a burger. Dammit.
When there are shops like this one on your way back from work, you simply can’t resist.
The call of the “fast food monster” is so powerful that I usually try not to look at it. Why is everything good, bad?
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