Low prices. Everyday.

You fuckers are all getting gifts from Wal-Mart.

It has everything one could need, and for stupidly low prices. I think I spotted at least two things I could get for every person I give a shit about, and still not spend $40.

I bought some socks and pants and a Beatles shirt for a grand total of $22. The shirt alone cost $9. I mean, the quality isn't fantabulous, but Primarni could take a lesson or two from 'em.

Before my journey into the plebeian superstore, I took a walk around the area to get my bearings. Fuck me, walking is a bad idea. Sweat comes from places you had no idea existed. But it creeps on you. You don't realise you've lost 50% of your former moisture until the shirt on your back is a moist towelette clinging desperately to your shoulders. Not pleasant.

At the same time, it's not entirely uncomfortable. Yeah, you might die, but keep water handy and don't dilly dally and you're set. I don't think I could hate the heat as some do, rather, I'd have an understanding not to take the piss out of it. And maybe it won't rape me. In the ass. I'm just grateful I have access to a pool.

Anyway, the stretch of walking of about 15-20 minutes left me sweaty and horribly wet. I had seen a Jack In the Box on the many drives to and from places and had been interested to try it. I am not going to leave the nation until I have sampled all the fast food joints. So far Wendy's and Denny's have been struck off the list. Jack was next.

Side note: I've just realised how many places are named after people. Jack, Wendy, Denny, Debbie, McDonald, etc. I think I'll get them done before I move on to the less personal places.

So, yeah, Jack In the Box. I didn't take a photo 'cos I forgot, but the Ultimate Bacon Cheeseburger combo is alright. Hardly a magnificent burger, but edible and filling. The chips are bit shit, but what can you do.

Dr. Pepper tastes sweeter and slightly more artificial here. It's pretty obvious why. I don't like it as much as the British stuff, but it has the right flavour when I want it. Meh.

From Jack and across the road I hit Wal-Mart. And then I walked back. All in all I was gone for about and hour and half, maybe two. Not a long time, but fuck it, I didn't want to spend too much money and lose too much liquid.

More as it happens, folks. And remember to buy war bonds!