2005-03-29 - 10:00 p.m.
There are two Walmarts within a short distance of me; one is 15 minutes to the south and one is 15 minutes to the north.
The one to the south is...normal enough, but the one to the north is...it smells like unwashed hair and mouth breathing.
It doesn't matter what time of day or night you stumble in - the same zombies will be wandering about and they will stare directly at you. They will look right into your eyes, with their mouths all open, thieving your air, and stare with a look that says, "What the heck 'er you doin' here?"
They look like natural selection should have ruled them out already.
The young girls wear coke-stained sweat pants that are too tight with Baby Girl written across the ass and the guys...you know they just got done gutting something.
I'm still adjusting to my new home. Do I sound cynical?
All my blessing are counted, catalogued, and archived. Rain or shine, I'm ready for a new day.
