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| my remaining monkey and two prior vapes & new one with the same battery |
Today, or now just turned yesterday as I type this up, I decided to get rid of this collection of antique dolls I had courtesy of an awry adventure from January of this year. While in walking distance I hitched a ride to avoid the 104°F heat outside— though did wind up in it temporarily after the whole affair, which, wearing all black attire did little favor in cooling down in the face of it. I spent more time hanging out in the store away from the heat with the grey haired but spry and energetic German woman working there. Conversing in broken bilingual fashion about the brought dolls as well as her origin as Sie kommt aus Stuttgart, as well as spider jewellery she showed me excitedly after she inquired about the Danger Days icon I have etched in ink on my left arm, showing me the ornaments made by a local creator—some of which where added onto a painting on the wall where the bodily decorations were combined into the illustration of a female face. I found the whole interaction quite cool though could tell my German had deteriorated since last going there for my 19th birthday, which makes sense as language is a social tool and requires practice to retain it; and as is already lack in interaction within the parameters for my native tongue so being in the middle of the Sonoran Desert sprichen sie Deutsch is scarce even on the average digital landscape— and differs from the physical world— so as to be able to apply it much if anywhere; but, I found a place to! A social tool is a social tool and I will admit to having a drift towards asocial tendencies, however, said tool is sharpened through use and I think combining both the cool German lady and applications like Duolingo as well as what I learned from taking the class for 3 years in school will be beneficial.
All in all it was an enjoyable half an hour which I plan a repeat of after this weekend when I go up to Prescott Valley— where I'll obviously stop by the lovely and cinematically historical Whiskey Row where Back To The Future was largely filmed (note the clock tower and town square)— to help finish cleaning up/out the house now vacant except for my grandfather staying there part time now after his older brother, my great-uncle (who dated John Wayne's daughter for a number of years after working as crew for one of his films) who I had not seen or interacted with since the funeral for their mother when i was 11 or 12, died the other month. He was quite the avid collector of items and had many, given he didn't have children (as I similarly never plan to); though plan to keep his apparently large stash of Western films on VHS and some DVDs that my grandfather tells me about.
From the antique shop I was then picked up at the gas station on the corner of the same small plaza that I frequent for coffee at odd hours of the night. I didn't get any then as I had a goal with the $20 I got as compensation for the dolls, I just wanted them gone so I didn't ask for too much. My younger brother came then to pick me up rather than force me to walk in the heat, extenuated by the street and beginning rush hour traffic; then driving me up the road and across the street from Barnes And Nobles to a smoke shop next to Albertsons and a Mexican restaurant I have favoured since I can't even remember when and used the acquired cash to purchase a new vape pod-thing; as I already had/have the needed battery for the Fogers brand which has lasted me over half a year and final month of last. Choosing a Strawberry Watermelon flavour and handing the money to the kind black gentleman behind the register in exchange for my chosen tobacco product. Then out as quickly as I was in, and back to the stick-shift truck which is my brothers chosen mode of transportation to get back home, promptly falling back asleep as I had been prior to the whole venture. I'm basically a vampire I realise more and more now, and that adds to it; writing and typing this up while wide awake in the middle of the night, sipping on another cup of coffee from the bunch I made this morning with a french press, mixing in french vanilla creamer (frenchx2type1coffee, don't ask me what that means it's an equation only coffee addicts such as myself will understand) with the used Starbuck roast and enjoying the new nicotine now full once again.
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