Trip to the liquor story, James 31910

Trip to the liquor story

James 03/19/10

Today I went to the liquor store. I was met at the door by a beastly figure who had watched my approach from a long way off and who seemed intent on causing me trouble. Words were spoken, although few I understood, and when hand was laid upon me I became my real self, the self I must conceal so as to make my way in society. I beat this pig and I beat him until my fury was quenched and covered in his blood I proceeded inside the liquor store and to the cooler to grab a soda, the cool air poured over me when I opened the door making every sweat bead turn cold. The foreign, turban wearing man at the counter yelled in some ridiculous language and when I handed him the money, drops of blood fell to the counter. Feeling a pain in my hand I looked down and saw a tooth lodged in my knuckle and so I pulled it out. The turbaned man waved his hand about, pointing at the blood, refusing to take my money, speaking his nonsense and so I left the store without the soda and leaving I stepped over the beast lying in the puddle of blood and dropped his tooth on him. I will not be welcomed back to the liquor store I imagine, although those turban wearers seem to be very mercantile.