Black Friday

I survived madness.
If you've ever wondered what a zombie hoard looks like, then I recommend you check out Black Friday at any mall or Wal-Mart that has a midnight opening. It's a lot like something you would see on The Walking Dead- horrific gashes, bloody fingernails, and really, the only thing missing was farm girl/ Korean nerd sex.*
I used to really like Black Friday, though. As a home-schooled teen, I had little social interaction and a big love for DVDs and video games. Black Friday fulfilled that love with cheap games and 50% off all HBO boxed sets. As I got older and wiser about what's available online, I've been able to shake the need to buy waffle makers on the cheap.
With that, I vowed to make an honest attempt at not buying myself anything before Christmas, this year. I pushed myself to go the distance and opted for people watching outside of The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf. I also produced a small podcast using my phone.
God, that Soundcloud app is great.
But, as much as I tried, I couldn't fight the urge much longer. I broke down, but stayed frugal by purchasing a pair of gloves. However, I can justify a pair of gloves, because of a circulatory system that doesn't fare well in the cold, desert nights. I can proudly say that I shopped out of actual necessity.
That night, I didn't encounter anybody with mace, although it didn't seem like a bad alternative after standing in line for my girlfriend at Express. It doesn't sound bad until you realize that there are flood lights piercing your iris at every section of the store.
The night was over when I emerged from Express an hour later. I was dazed, a little greasy, and I knew that I needed sleep- not clothes at 40% off.

*It may have not been a from a farm girl, but I sure a some Korean kid got lucky behind a Gamestop somewhere in America.