It didn't matter what time of day Ralph went to Costco because it seemed liked it was always busy. That was probably only because if there was one chore he hated more than anything it was shopping. Clothes, furniture, even tools - he hated it all. It seemed like he could never quite find exactly what he was looking for no matter what it was and the sales people were almost always of no help. The only fun he ever really had shopping was if he was buying tennis clothes or equipment. That was okay because he knew what he wanted, where to find it and what it should cost. If only the rest of life was so straight forward, thought Ralph.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Monday, February 11, 2013
Whooey!
"You got anything to clean this shit with? Like a newspaper or something?" said Ace.
Ace and Hal had just finished playing three sets of tennis and were about to get high together for the first time since their new friendship began a few weeks ago. They sat in Hal's Jeep in the nearly empty parking lot outside the health club. The air was cooling down now and dampness began to close around them like a freshly washed bed sheet.
Ace and Hal had just finished playing three sets of tennis and were about to get high together for the first time since their new friendship began a few weeks ago. They sat in Hal's Jeep in the nearly empty parking lot outside the health club. The air was cooling down now and dampness began to close around them like a freshly washed bed sheet.
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