shopping

No more advice

Anytime someone asks me advice on what speakers to buy for their living room or car, I go full-on spiritual-leader-style, and ask them to ask themselves what their inner child really wants. Because, what used to happen was, I’ll spend time and energy explaining to them to invest in something that is worth the money, but they’ll go ahead and do whatever they want anyway. I’ll get a text the next day saying they bought something that wasn’t even in the realm of possibilities. I’m talking, poor people buying Mac book Pros type of shit.

Today

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.

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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.

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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.

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This is not a painting of a goat

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