10Am this morning i was supposed to be at the Dirt Mall with my housemate Rob. I woke up at 12:56p. That was about the same moment i was washed over with that old familiar feeling; "What the hell am I doing with my life?"
But I'm missing he point here: The Dirt Mall!
The Dirt Mall (AKA Gibraltar Trade Center) is heaven on earth for the discriminating bargain shoppers, people watchers and child molesters. It's basically a big-ass warehouse full of venders and shops and foods, all competing for your coveted Dollar. It's a place where the Car Stereo Venders out number the tattooist 3 to 1, but when combined represent 27% of the total goods and services offered. It's a place that has T-shirt shops where the product ranges from "Jesus is my Homeboy" to "If you see that ni&&er Bitch, tell her that baby ain't mine." (I have one of each) It's a place that has monthly gun and knife shows and if you play your cards right, you can walk out of there with a 50 cal. machine gun and a 15 ft boa-constrictor. (Just the necessities, please) Yes, THIS my friends is where i was to kick off the Xmas shopping season. Just not today.
Unfortunately, some of the few things you cant find at the dirt mall include a sense of meaning, a goal to work towards or an albino slave.
oh yeah- check out www.sorryeverybody.com
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First come the 50 cal. sniper rifles, then the money, then the meaning.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the dirt mall/arms bazzaar.
-Chestocrates
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