A Gout Out for the Mix Tape Universe

ABA

A-Shopping part 1
I held myself hostage at the local areas of commerce and I wouldn’t release myself until I was finished with my Christmas shopping. I found myself bumping into my girl friend’s relatives. Let’s just say that didn’t go off well as I frightened them away with my deranged drooling, haggard hair and my speech eloquence that would make any Neanderthal feel like Alex Trebek. Stumbling away from my embarrassment I realized I needed to finish this holiday task and finish it fast. I was unleashed through the Cheery Creek Mall and I ran into the Fossil store. I asked the attendant if they had argyle socks and the gay gentlemen very curtly said, “You’ll just have to go to Target for that!” I realized this would not be a pleasant extravaganza. I did get a nice compliment from another seemingly gay man from Urban Outfitters. He said he, “loved my jacket.” I do as well for a matter of fact it was purchased for 4 big ones at the ARC. It was one of those half off sales. One can never go wrong with a vintage red leather jacket.

B-Reverie
Whenever I shop at Cheery Creek Mall it evokes an alternate mind state. It always gives me this composed and cold aristocratic vibe. Many areas of Denver have their harbors of the well-to-do rich yuppie snobs. But the people and the money in the Cheery Creek area…this represents more of the sophisticated rich. The people are classy more in a way you’d find in New York. The clothes and styles are more designer based and unique. The cultures of the people are varied and mixed and everyone has the “confident in their step” presence about them. When I shop there this ambiance rubs off on me and I (as stupid as it may sound) feel like I seep up the cold-to-myself sophistication. It makes me feel happy in my solitude and in love with just observing the myriad types of people. There’s a lifestyle all around me that I wish to embrace and it’s something my family will never understand. It’s something I want and yearn for. I feel like such a leper in my blood linage. I love vintage clothes and all types of music. I love to find and indulge in unexpected experiences. I love to read and write and make music. I love dive bars cheap beer and expensive beer and punks. I ponder politics and philosophies and my family shops Wal-Mart, which is beyond me because they have always been union workers??? They drive SUVs and still cheer for the Broncos??? I had a fortune teller tell me I was rich in my last life. She said, “I’m sorry you were born into a poor family this time.” I guess most people that get their fortunes told at the renaissance festival are probably poor…but for a second it felt like she was really reading me. Not that I want to be some superficial scum that looks lowly on the lower class (which I’ve been a part of my entire life.) I just want the freedom to pursue my dreams and to patron other’s dreams while living in some sort of comfort and intellectual stimulation. When I go to Cherry Creek I feel at home, utterly alone. I realize that with any talent there must be an intense period of gestation. I must spit blood on the field of my artistic endeavors to really make my art my livelihood. My thoughts drifted in reverie while walking the long corridors of the stimulating landscape of the mall. I was lost in thoughts about going home and just boarding up my windows and pursing my craft…crafts. My family doesn’t understand and my friends don’t understand…because I don’t have any friends, I realize this is my lone battle. No one will understand me except my twisted mind which bends like the lonesome corridors of this crowded mall. Enough about that! Back to shopping.

A-Shopping part 2
I am happy to say that I will be Forever 21 now. I have officially purchased something at that horrible young woman’s clothing pop shop that reminds me more of a warehouse of strewn around cloth than a classy boutique which it pretends to be. I guess I can’t complain because the prices are right for what you buy. I am happy to admit that my shopping is 90% complete and I’m only about $600 in the hole. Gift giving does not go a long way these days as I only purchased 7 people’s gifts and at a high estimate I have to spend another $100 on four more people. God deck the halls with abounding credit card bills. I am lucky. I didn’t have to buy for that many people this year because my family draws names and we only buy a $40 gift for one person. This is a lifesaver because it takes a ton of the stress away and everybody gets a little something. I still need to get my girlfriend an anniversary present. It will be three years this 27th. My great grandma’s birthday is the 27th of Dec. as well. She is a fellow Capricorn so the gift giving spree is not quite over yet but at least the stress of most of the shopping is gone. In accordance with the Artist Way I made my Christmas shopping night an “artist date.” I splurged on two gifts for myself (see posted picture.) I got a grande Mocha from Starbucks…which I love with all my pee-pee. (There is no point in getting a venti because the grande and venti both have two shots.) I also got some hip 70’s looking gold framed sun glasses. They make me feel like a young Lou Reed when I wear them. Now it’s time to attend the bomb shelter that is my room.