From the Depths of the Pocketmachine: Part 4

(Editor's Note: This entry, an email to Dan, is dated Tuesday April 21, 2009 at 2:15p.m. which means I was at the Joke Shop, an extension of Vampfangs. A retail store on Main Street in Gloucester. I learned some interesting card tricks there, one real good one that I still remember but need to practice.)

"The Walk"

I had a good jive in my brain...I decided to park at home and walk to the joke shop. Foolish. It had been threatening rain all day and started spitting exactly at the point of no return.

The cold salty spit felt nice on my face and I felt my soul being cleansed and myself being reborn into the same person, which was now completely unchanged in a beautiful yet dizzying way.

Towards the end my shins started burning and I passed a guy in an apron out front, smoking under the overhang. He wasn't real and he floated away in a ferocious current that streamed in between the sidewalk cobblestones and out onto a deep puddle on Main St, where he drowned and his imaginary body floated out miles into the harbor before being eaten by lesbian sharks.

The spitstream increases. Bad for business. She had 2 customers between 10-2 which means there should be 1 and one third people during my shift. I would settle for just the third of a person, which would either be a dwarf, goblin or midget, or a baby that comes in by itself...