So a few moments ago, I stepped out of my apartment in my pjs with Elle so that I could go get something from the Deli.So I am speaking with Hercules, the crazy Greek guy that owns/rules/presides over "Hercules Fancy Grocery" that is right next to my door. Literally. One door to the right.
He has one fake eye and he hates my/our landlord. He is hilarious.
Anyhow, I was in there getting a (yep you guessed it) Sugar Free Red Bull. Why I was buying Red Bull at 10 p.m. is none of your business. I am an addict. I know it. I have made it past the Denial stage and am now full fledged into the Acceptance of what I am doing. There is no attempting to change yet but there might be someday. I am open to it.
Anyhow, in walked this guy. Hercules introduced me to him, he was ranting about some other deli and how the guy who works there was being rude to him about Milk. He was hot.
Hercules says he lives in the hood and comes by often on his way home from work which is like 9 or 10 p.m. He must be in the investment world. I'm keeping my eyes peeled.
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