|Abandonned Magma rotting into the weeds|
|Daystar that reminds me of Big Joel's|
|Slightly overloaded 50|
|A murdered-out VS with every possible accessory - I still like it|
I hear a cat caterwauling outside almost every night. If it was a dog barking, I'd be pissed, but a cat shrieking away is somehow cute to me. It's fine.
The old guy that runs the supah down the street seems to make up a new price for stuff every time I make purchases. The other day he charged me 3$ for three beers, so that works for me. He gets increasingly flustered as more items get plopped down on the counter, and a look of panic flashes across his face. Then he just thinks 'fuck it' and pulls a number out of his ass, roughly based on the volume of items covering the counter. Gotta love it. I'm sure it all evens out in the end.
The other day a different old guy walked up to the counter and bought a mickey of soju and a rooty Korean energy drink. He pounded back the soju in two gulps, and washed it down with the smaller bottle of root. He smacked his lips and walked out with a grin and a twinkle. I was amazed and appalled all at once.