HULK MUGS DREAM
My family moved to a new neighborhood. It looked like the old apartment in Rexdale (that is where we lived when I was 1-5 years old.) I asked my brother if there was a comic store somewhere. There is, at a strip mall across the street. I look out the window of the apartment to the mall across the street. The place is totally deserted, I don't see anybody outside.
I go outside to the strip mall. I am the only person outside, it is like a ghost town. The stores are all closed. I go up to the comic store door, it's a glass door so I can look inside the store. The inside of the store was very narrow. The store was not any bigger than the width of the door. The store is filled with coffee mugs, nothing but coffee mugs, all HULK mugs, hundreds of them. There were only 2 kinds of HULK mugs; there were black mugs with a picture of THE INCREDIBLE HULK on them, and white mugs with a picture of THE HULK'S face on them.
I turn my head away from peering in the store. I go to look in another comic shop at the other end of the strip mall. As soon as I take half a step away from the HULK mug store, the place is full of people. There are suddenly people everywhere, on the street, in the stores, on the side walks. The narrow comic store is packed with people. They can barely squeeze into the store because it is only the width of the door and the walls are stocked with shelves full of HULK mugs. All the people are buying HULK mugs.
I go outside to the strip mall. I am the only person outside, it is like a ghost town. The stores are all closed. I go up to the comic store door, it's a glass door so I can look inside the store. The inside of the store was very narrow. The store was not any bigger than the width of the door. The store is filled with coffee mugs, nothing but coffee mugs, all HULK mugs, hundreds of them. There were only 2 kinds of HULK mugs; there were black mugs with a picture of THE INCREDIBLE HULK on them, and white mugs with a picture of THE HULK'S face on them.
I turn my head away from peering in the store. I go to look in another comic shop at the other end of the strip mall. As soon as I take half a step away from the HULK mug store, the place is full of people. There are suddenly people everywhere, on the street, in the stores, on the side walks. The narrow comic store is packed with people. They can barely squeeze into the store because it is only the width of the door and the walls are stocked with shelves full of HULK mugs. All the people are buying HULK mugs.
The End.
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