The pharmacy just before 6 am. There’s nothing like it! It’s a Hopper painting with bonus bad R&B muzak and the smell of floor cleaner.
I bet this is what Death will be. Slightly dirty white floors, sterile piped-in music, waiting on plastic chairs, bright and cheerful signs about terrible things, and waiting for someone in a white coat to do something about the god-damned pain.
Comic relief: my pharmacist was Mrs.Doubtfire again. It’s not that she’s transgender. This is Southern California and no one cares. It’s that she seems to have modeled herself exactly on La Doubtfire. I was wondering if I would be a victin of a walk-by fruiting as I left.
When the haze of the stupid pain pills disappears I am going on a walk. Yeah, you heard me. A god-damned walk! In the NATURE BITS!
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Is this at Westcliff plaza? If not there are two Ms. Doubtfire Pharmacists!
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It is, it is. I really wonder how one consciously arrives at that look.
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Someting seemingly subliminal about “TAKE ONE”.
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You should check out Marc Trujillo’s paintings. They are Hopper without the bathos. I think you would connect with the emotions in them.
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Great news. That gum you like is back in style.
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