Jun. 2nd, 2005

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Another humming day at Local Yupscale Unionized Grocery Franchise, now closing before the sun does. On my way somebody on the bus smells bad but I grin and bear it. I have music and can live in a cocoon. In the future we will all have devices that deprive all the senses when we commute publically. No sounds, smells, sights or touching. Just designated pre-occupational entertainment. Mark my words. The sun is shining and people are happy. The day goes quickly.

A quick car ride and bad metal music and we're at our bar with cheap drinks. Across the street the neon palm tree and pretty people dance at the cool club. Who the fuck pays $10 to get in the door on a Wednesday? Our Juke Box has Bon Jovi, Peach Union and Everything But the Girl, suckers! There's a new girl at the bar who is still doting on the regulars smoking on the patio. Her soul not yet crushed by the sheer mediocrity that is our bar. But the domestic beers are two dollars and fifty cents.

I bought trendy new frames at the glasses boutique in the gentrified university area of the city. First set of frames I saw cost five hundred dollars. The ones I decided on far less but still far too much. I can't afford them really but this is what credit is for.

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