gnoll's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- girl abbreviated. We're having an office party in the liquor store, actually it's in a small banquet room divided from the liquor store by a glass wall. It's a little later in the evening so i figure i better buy some alcohol before it gets too late. 375ml of gin, 375ml of white tequila?, 1.14 of something else. There's only one girl running the store. amongst her "i need to make this time pass" make-talk conversation, most of which im oblivious, i get invited to an after party there at the store. i hang around for awhile and sure enough the liquor store becomes a mini-disco, mirrored ball'n'all. i walk her home which is a cross between somewhere in the annex and the north of king west of shaw neighbourhood. There are tonnes of waxed skate curbs around here ive never seen before. she says she'll meet up with me later. it feels like autumn. i decide to keep walking east and hit sidestreets south. along the way i pass a number of garage sales. "beannie transformers?!" ..i guess two bucks is an all right deal, but how do they work? im at a bi-way, and i think it's by cawthra. i see the girl at the window so i go out to meet her. (substitute girl with (crazy) Chris Reim) we get into his military vehicle, he says he's joined some sort of independant militia, typical) and we're gonna go meet them. we pull up to some house around the corner by an alley. two guys come out, both in army fatigues but onee obviously out-ranking the other with his crests, stripes, majestic beer belly and grey hair giving into baldness. They assume ive come to join up, which would make their private army "four strong". (substitute myself with third person perspective of an 18yr old overweight white kid)he quickly decides against joining and makes a run for it down the alley and they're quick to chase. A few blocks down the road, with the army dudes still in pursuit he runs into a gang of black youths with a 70's Brooklyn stylz aesthetic (worn bellbottom jeans, jean jackets without arms and bandanas) and are being led by an older balding white guy wearing a light blue polyester suit. he tells them about the guys chasing me and how they want to rumble.
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