these chucks were made for walking

i can overhear the music from the frog pond -- the ice skating rink in the common -- britney, green day and some other lost 90s pop hit i forgot until just now. i'm walking up beacon hill dodging tourists and locals. i've had a craving for samosas ever since i woke up this morning and i can almost feel the spicy potatoes and lentils on my tongue. i have to walk faster. almost there. take a short cut through quincy market.

i leave with 8 dollars worth of indian food and a thai iced tea.

now, my plan was to go home and enjoy this but instead i remember i want to buy cds. i contemplate buying about 7 different beatles cds -- they're on sell -- but when i finally tear myself away, i'm the proud owner of "chutes too narrow" and three pins (like i need anymore. i swear only one is for me).

but for some reason, i don't walk home. i just keep walking. i end up in one bookstore where i pick up and put down several items, leaving empty handed. i think about purchasing clothes but instead i go into the other bookstore, where i pick up and put down the same amount of items. i say this is a good kind of shopping because it's not just for me. it's for other people. spending money is bad, but how can spending money on other people be bad.

finally, i run into friends and for some reason it's easier to stop walking aimlessly when i'm with company and i make it home with cold indian food and a new cd. oh, and a new bag. with stripes. 
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