I walked into the dollar store wearing a gray and white striped shirt that belonged to my dad in the 80s. I was listening to Slayer with white earphones. I walked to the aisle that contained "hella" pills. I grabbed approximately 30 bottles of different types of sleep aids. I walked to the counter where a really hot "multiracial" dread locked dude with green eyes was standing and put them all down on the conveyer belt thing. He said something to me, causing me to take the earphones off.
"Huh?" I said.
"What are you listening to?" He asked.
"Slayer," I said, in a completely characterless way.
"Sounds pretty brutal," he said, laughing.
"Yeah, dude, pretty 'brutal.' This song is called 'Dead Skin Mask' you should buy it on Itunes, or whatever."
He started ringing up my stuff and we stared at each other for a long time in forever seeming silence.
"That's a lot of sleeping pills," he said, laughing again.
"Yeah." I stared at him really intensely in the face. A group of nerdy seeming children walked in carrying ice cream. One of them looked at the hot "multiracial" dread locked dude and said something like, "HEY, we need to put our ice cream in the freezer. We're going to be in here for a looooooooooooooooooooooong time." He said the last part in a really weird way that seemed "hella" ominous. It seemed like the kind of tone a sleazy guy would say, "It's gonna be a loooooooooong night," in before he rapes you.
The hot "multiracial" dread locked dude seemed really confused, and worried, and said something like, "Yeah, you can put them in the freezer as long as you leave them in the bag with the receipt." They looked at each other really weirdly and then the kids walked down an aisle. I just stood there staring at him.
"You're not going to 'kill yourself' or anything, right?" He said, with a nervous laugh.
"Why? If I told you I was going to kill myself would you like--'do something' about it?" I smiled in a pretty detached way, and he laughed even though he was visibly uncomfortable.
"Does this stuff work?" He asked ringing up the last of a series of dark bottles and white cardboard boxes.
"Well, I mean, it's not heroin, ya know? It's not OC. It's not even Ambien or Xanax, but if you take a whole bottle plus like ten Benadryls you'll pretty much 'black out.'"
I expected him to laugh at that, I don't know why. He didn't laugh though, he just said, "I see," really awkwardly handing me my bags and then said, "Well, um--seems like those kids REALLY need help so--I better get over there and see what's going on."
I drew a lot of pictures today. Everything from stills from the music video "It's Raining Men" to BBW chola porn, to this pic of Fred Durst. Let me know if you are having "one of those daze" and I will send it to you.