Life on the beach. This is why underwear is a fad consumed by people who haven't yet made it to life on the beach.
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Today, I raised my voice for the first time in years. I lost my temper. What is a temper anyway. How's yours?
This guy was following me and telling me to go another way, his way. Moments earlier I was walking by some kiosk in the mall and I figured, why not, what on earth is this kiosk. So I asked him what's up and apparently he sells a thing that zaps the shit out of you and makes you lose control. Well kind of. Muscle involuntary tensioning and stuff.
So, then he was telling me that something that was warm was being sensed by me as cold. He was lying to me, just trying to play games with my head. And game he did. He started the whole thing by giving me something and telling me to hold it. So, I did. But that was what I wanted to do anyway.
The line was drawn when I was done with it and he was trying to close me. I returned his thing, he faked a phone call and I walked away. But, he chased me and told me to look there, and then to look there. I raised my voice, pointed at him and said "Stay away from me. Stop following me. Get away. Stay away from me. Stop talking to me."
Anyway, I got out of there and then walked around the building so that I wouldn't have to walk past him. I'm never going back to that place in the mall.
And that's my point. The mall was cold. Malls have traps and people that shock you. I almost fell inside a massage chair and got trapped.
Stay away from those bad places that have overpriced merchandise and cheap facades of wealth when we all know that the people there like the guy told me today, Marcus, I guess he didn't work at Neiman Marcus out of choice because he told me that he didn't on the place when I inquired and that if he did he wouldn't be there but out on the golf course somewhere. Of course he'd be in the sand trap on the beach.
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