While checking the mail, I took a stroll up and down The Street. The weather was real warm this year. Not much pizazz, the usual high cost carnival goods and a few distinct items.
Cheap Eats
Expensive Shirt
Expensive Hats
Expensive Slippers
Expensive Kid Dresses
Tighty Tiedyes
Junk Metal made into art trinkets (several booths were selling these)
Junk Metal that still looks like junk metal. And sharpie on cardboard box art.
Like Posters, only more expensive.
Like Skateboards, only uhh nailed to the walls
Too many dogs
Too many people to have obstructing signs in the walkway
For those that have searched the far reaches of the earth for a melted beer bottle, and only from Key West (Florida, I presume)
Where’s the Zantac? (oh, all the pharmacies downtown are gone)
For the hippies that don’t use much, Soap By The Slice
Recycle Exhibit in tossing distance from Hollys’ trash overflowing.
Climb The Giant Terd/Turd (getting a lot of fluff on the spelling – I say that terd is less offensive – kind of humorous to misspell. I deliberately chose the misspelling even after Firefox warned me, just to not become another floater in the Google searches for scatology).
I’m outta here
