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Talkin' Downtown
Oct. 16th, 2022 11:53 amThe night before last I had a dream where everyone in the neighborhood was angry at Peanut (a neighborhood cat that lives in the complex next door but spends a lot of time outdoors) and chasing after him, accusing him of impersonating a doctor. And he just had like a stethoscope on him (maybe one of those mirror reflectors on his head, or maybe it was a kind of dream-mixed thing). That's all, nothing else really from there. There was also a dream later where Mary Beth was the president. Not really any details around that, but just a general sense that it was stressful or whatever.
Okay, then as far as yesterday Mary Beth and I went out in the afternoon to get ice cream from Margie's 901 (that place that's downtown near my work). We walked down near the river and ate it. Then we walked around a bit. The river's really really low, possibly the lowest I've ever seen it. The sunset and sky was nice though. On the way back I stepped in that River City Records place for the first time. They're mostly vinyl but they do have some cds so I figured I'd at least check it out. I'd been a bit suspicious of it seeing some ig posts where it would boast "super rare" tapes or cds and have a picture of the most basic, common, weed-like dollar bin shit. And yeah, their selection was mostly the most basic classic rock and mainstream rap which would be fine or whatever, but all their used cds are thirteen fucking dollars. There was one or two things that would been fine as a MAYBE-five dollar purchase, but no. And there's used stuff that could be worth that, but again, this was the most common level of dollar-bin-thrif-store-infesting stuff. I didn't have high expectations, but actually going in sunk them into fathomless depths. I did come home to a good cd in the mail: Kim Gordon: No Home Record. Mary Beth and I ended the night by watching a bunch of Schitt's Creek.
Okay, then as far as yesterday Mary Beth and I went out in the afternoon to get ice cream from Margie's 901 (that place that's downtown near my work). We walked down near the river and ate it. Then we walked around a bit. The river's really really low, possibly the lowest I've ever seen it. The sunset and sky was nice though. On the way back I stepped in that River City Records place for the first time. They're mostly vinyl but they do have some cds so I figured I'd at least check it out. I'd been a bit suspicious of it seeing some ig posts where it would boast "super rare" tapes or cds and have a picture of the most basic, common, weed-like dollar bin shit. And yeah, their selection was mostly the most basic classic rock and mainstream rap which would be fine or whatever, but all their used cds are thirteen fucking dollars. There was one or two things that would been fine as a MAYBE-five dollar purchase, but no. And there's used stuff that could be worth that, but again, this was the most common level of dollar-bin-thrif-store-infesting stuff. I didn't have high expectations, but actually going in sunk them into fathomless depths. I did come home to a good cd in the mail: Kim Gordon: No Home Record. Mary Beth and I ended the night by watching a bunch of Schitt's Creek.
