Walk into the grocery store,
look for a liter of Pepsi,
some potato chips,
and a paperback novel.
You’re just going for a trip,
of unknown adventures on the road.
And the best part?
You’re not telling anyone.
Carelessly stumble
to the 5th isle, quickly.
Grab the Pepsi.
Hold on tight, don’t let it fall.
Okay, go to the magazines.
Scan over the bridal magazines
and that hulking pile of advertisements they call Vogue,
and grab a novel.
Preferably action/adventure,
but I guess you could settle for general fiction.
Whatever you do,
don’t buy romance.
Remember the reason
you’re going on this trip?
Yeah, put that book down.
Just grab a classic Patterson.
He never lets you down.
He’s always got some good
butt-kickin’ suspense,
great for forgetting unwanted memories.
Alright now,
make your way to the checkout.
Wait, what’s that?
A pair of cheap earrings.
What could you possibly-
Oh. That’s right.
Shit, I’m so sorry...
He got you a pair
just like that.
Wait, where are you-
But by then,
it was too late.
You had already run
out of the store,
got in your car,
and headed for the nearest town exit.
And to think,
all it took,
were a busted up pair
of cheap drugstore earrings.
