How very exciting that Quoted is back. This began my true addiction with Diaryland! To read the bizarre and often hilarious, and obviously not private notations of others.
Aaanyway. I got up at what my mom always called the "ass-crack of dawn" to go to the flea market with Crystal, her very cool mom, and our friend Ashley. Crystals mom bought this gorgeous retro schwinn bicycle (on which I later proved that weight+speed=inertia part of physicis. And the screaming your head off part.) Anyway, When Crystal's mom and I went back in her truck to get the bike, there was this tall, lanky old man with a head full of crazy, springy hair. He was walking up to this family of Mexicans (or mexican-americans?) and yelling "BUENAS DIAS MI AMIGOS! COMO ESTAS?!?" The family just looked at him warily and muttered "Bueno" before walking the other way. Rapidly.
I thought to myself, "that's Troy as an old man. Scary."

**edit**
i was going to name this entry 'fleamarket' but i already have an entry with that name. what the hell do i write about?

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