I am lying on a friend’s couch, somewhere in Los Angeles. At least, I think she’s my friend. I don’t really remember my name, but then again, it doesn’t matter, does it? There were plenty of people there, sprawled out in the expanses of that line – that line that begged the existence of a god.
No one remembered their names, for their families and their friends were lost in the aisles, nooks and crannies of that wretched Best Buy themselves. Different places, same fate.
What can I recall? I recall deliriously low prices on games and CD’s, yes – but for me, my poison was movies and the Blu-Rays were price-slashed to bits. They were tempting me, tempting all of us, beckoning to our coffers through our brains.
“Yes, come on – save some money. Save some money, yeah – right there!”
