Everything was so fucking expensive. They also put in those refrigerators where it has the ads and they're just as fucking awful and weird as the pictures would have you believe. Also, the big cctv showing you as you go down the aisle and check out are fucked. At self check out you can no longer mute it so it has to talk to you. Finally, they hired security to stand at the entrance of the store which is gross. edit: Some stuff was also locked in a cabinet
The devil is in that store. I'm so fucking pissed.
Had a friend (rip) who would do this with me. He was the only one I liked to do psychedelics with cause we'd go to retail stores or grocery stores and basically be an Adam Curtis documentary. No one else likes to stare into the harsh abyss of capitalism on a headful of acid. We even referred to taking acid euphemistically as 'going to the linen section at Target' cause we snuck off from a group and dropped acid there as teens.
Ugggh, now I'm sad. I miss sneaking onto the docks and talking about the global supply chain while surrounded by container ships on 3 hits of acid.