Star Date Nov. 1, 2007
Hello, loyal readers and (former?) Num-Num’s customers. It is I, the Star Child, coming at you from lord knows where. Last I remember, I was stopping by the store after hours to do inventory in April. I walked through the unlocked door, thinking I must have left it open (forgetful ol’ me!). And it turns out my beloved, Maggie Sultry, was in there.
She was passed out on the floor in the stockroom with blue lips and a paper bag full of model airplane fuel. It was apparent she had succumbed to the sweet escape of “the fumes.” I’m sure I don’t have to remind you that I’m a rehabilitated fumer myself, so I personally know and understand the allure. I’d say I was disappointed with her but, you know, “glass houses” and all. Anyway there she was on the floor with her paper bag and a big sh** stain on her leg. She was more beautiful than anything I’d ever seen.
Then I heard someone else from behind me yell something. I saw him out of the corner of my eye, with a brick in his hand. Next thing I knew I was waking up in the dark on a moving train. My head hurt and so did my pride as it became apparent that somehow I had misjudged Maggie and let her take advantage of me. Then the train stopped.
I still don’t know where it stopped, but I had a pretty good beard growing, so it’s safe to say we were no longer anywhere near Great Haven. I got up from the straw-covered floor of the train car and started trying to open the door. It was locked. Then some guys came and opened it and grabbed me and carried me into this warehouse.
Since then, I’ve been sorting and categorizing shellfish in a candlelit room while burly men shout at me in a language I don’t understand. I only get to sleep two hours a night, and my sole source of nourishment is the briny water in the bottom of the shellfish bins. It’s kind of like bouillabaisse, which everyone knows is wholly intolerable without a crisp ale. I don’t have any ale here in my bouillabasement — my sense of whimsy can’t be beaten out of me, and I have taken to calling my little shellfish room “the bouillabasement” — crisp or otherwise.
So, getting to the point …
The burly men were wearing viking costumes on Friday and munching on candy corn. Through an hourlong session of hand gestures and unwarranted beatings, they were able to explain to me that it was nearly Halloween. I was overjoyed, as Halloween has always been my favorite holiday and the busiest for Num-Num’s.
Through another hourlong session of hand gestures and uncontrolled bladder releases, I was able to explain to them that I owned a novelty store in Great Haven and wrote a well-regarded blog on the subject. Seeing as I don’t know where I am and haven’t seen daylight in months, they knew I couldn’t lead readers to my rescue. And they let me out to write this blog post.
So Happy Halloween, Great Havenites!
Everything is free this week at Num-Num’s if indeed it’s still open! And if you see Maggie in there, tell her I still love her and don’t blame her for my situation. It’s not her fault; those fumes sure make people do some crazy things.