Ok. The other blog has become too important to write stuff like what happens to me on daily and hourly basis so i started a new one  just for that. Chose the most generic stupid format with wiped out letters cause i don't have time to fiddle with that right now.

10:20 Just became pissed when i heard again that Houdini song with Dua Lipa. One of the most bland singer i though until today but that song has its role in media manipulation about me. Based on yet another Hungarian freak the so called magician Houdini, they play it every time when there is confusion about my activities and they have me inside their illusion factory when i go to stores.

There was a big store wide commotion at Walmart. The tallest sumo fighters they could find in Japan acting as Latinos cause Hungarians took a vacation after what i wrote today.

At the check stands at the end of the alley there was again a tall but thin "Latino" supervisor walking nervously and talking to a walkie talkie.

One of the last item i checked was a cucumber. I had in my left hand both the strawberries and the cucumber. I scanned the strawberries, put it on the scale and then i scanned the cucumber and i'm positive something distracted me, maybe the sexy model like Latina on the next lane with the baby. Something appeared on the screen with a + and a - and i thought it was the number of bags (now i remember Walmart don't sell bags anymore at the check stand).

I tried to press the - and would not work. I tried then out of curiosity the + and it won't work either. Then i pressed cancel below without reading the small letters.

When i got home and was building a huge mashed potatoes that i keep in the fridge and reheat for days, i remembered the scene and searched for the receipt and there was no cucumber and then i looked in the bags and then i found it in the trunk of the car.

Yes i made the cucumber disappear. Like stargate travelers inside the tomb in the king's chamber.

Shall i go to Walmart tomorrow with the cucumber? It will only result in more scenes. Anything i say and do will be used against me.

How come the machine printed the receipt with an extra item on the scale?

One thing about shoplifters. If you are caught once, they will say you did it always. At the apartment in Lake Oswego i had a neighbor who was a fugitive of justice of Texas, for shoplifting. She was hired at Dave's Killer Bread who was owned by a guy named Dave Dahl, an ex convict who was hiring convicts to give them a new chance. Now i realize it was all an allegory and suggestion and allusion, like Dave himself.