Wandering around these lonely streets I could tell something was missing. Not the people because they would always be a constant. And not the place, I definitely was not lost. It was something which I was supposed to do today:
- Go to the bank, Check
- Do the grocery shopping, Check
- Pick up a stalker on the way home.
Oh wait. it was the fact that this last point was not on my original to-do list yet it still had worked it's way on there.
This was the only reason I dived into the shop, Close Encounters, though I was meaning to take an adventure in there, but only of my own accord.
As it's title suggests it is a boutique, run by alien fanatic pot-heads with more 'ET' t-shirts than I could count and mini 'Mars Attacks' figures including a singing Tom Jones special edition which was un-opened.
- Go to the bank, Check
- Do the grocery shopping, Check
- Pick up a stalker on the way home.
Oh wait. it was the fact that this last point was not on my original to-do list yet it still had worked it's way on there.
This was the only reason I dived into the shop, Close Encounters, though I was meaning to take an adventure in there, but only of my own accord.
As it's title suggests it is a boutique, run by alien fanatic pot-heads with more 'ET' t-shirts than I could count and mini 'Mars Attacks' figures including a singing Tom Jones special edition which was un-opened.
