I was at a small corner between Broad and Front. It was night and the store at the corner was the only lit up building on the block. I had a birds eye view of the area and watched myself enter the store. Inside, it was small and cramped, the florescent lights made all the items on the shelves loose their vibrancy and the floors and walls were grey and blank. the store was familiar to me. I walked up and down the dreary isles, talking to the Hispanic woman working at the counter. Evelyn came into the store. She had a Christmas gift bag with 2 wrapped gifts inside. 1 was from her and 1 was from Jackie, they were Christmas presents to me. I only opened the gift Evelyn got for me, it was a glockenspiel. I twas better then the one Eric gave me for Christmas 2 years ago and I thought about re-gifting it to him since he'd get more use out of it then I would.
I was walking down a city street. Two boys were walking ahead of me. I was talking to someone walking along with me about puddles. "American puddles are nothing compared to Russian puddles. Russian puddles are like lakes, so the people are forced into wearing high heels so they don't get their feet wet." One boy stopped and spat at my feet. The 4 of us were facing each other. I told him to spit on my shoes if he didn't like what I was talking about.
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