Okay I have something to admit: I'm typing this in Atlantic City. BUT it this has to be good right? Yeah, this one is a good one, really. Bear with me.

First I'd like to start off with my good deed of the day: There was this old woman that owned one of the shops; it had one of those "Closing out, everything must go" and it wasn't the only one, it was the second of the stores. I decide to look at it. I was on a search for a new dream catcher that I could bring to College. The woman was struggling to close one of those metal guard-cover-thingies. Of course it was too heavy. So she asked me to help; I was glad to. So I reached for the cover and pulled it all the way to the bottom. She gave me her thanks and she locked the place. I hope that she gets money from the closing and all; it doesn't seem like such a bad store, though I’ve never been in it (and I didn't get the chance today).

Next up: I found a dream catcher. Does anyone remember the old "Sword Store" in ocean one that always hyped that they can "find your family name origins" and stuff like that? We'll it re-appeared on the boardwalk. (Other stores that survived? The Magnet store, The Flag store, the sports collectible store, the "toon" store, the "China One", and I think one or two of the stores that were on the second floor of Ocean one, like some women's apparel store.) Anywho where was I? Oh yea, I found the dream catcher, it was hanging from a covered-support-by plaster-rectangle-thingy with other Native American items, and other dream catchers of various sizes. I ask the Indian lady (who a: spoke really good English and b: was Indian not Native American) how much it was. I thought she said 11.99, but I think she rung it up as 9.99. Either way I would have bought it. The woman pulled out her step ladder and went and got it. The other woman was joking and saying "I hope this is the one you wanted; you better say something before she gets down there." Worth a minimal laugh that translated into "Yeah, just get me the dream catcher and stop with the chit-chat." I got a black one; I think it has an arrowhead in it. That I thought was odd.

Now the meat of the story, lemme prep this though: before I got to the old lady I passed by there was this teen that wanted to hand me a flyer. I nodded no and continued walking. So while walking back to the hotel (Bally's today) I passed by a 'religious fanatic' BUT started his religious tangent with a magic trick. A magic trick dammit. A very cool one with the three strings: one small, one medium and one large and he made all of them turn the same size. And then he went into his religious tangent with a painting. A painting dammit. The painting was one of those cool neon-paints-that-react-to-blacklight. He'd slowly paint in to lines and stuff. Like there were lines like this: = . And it was turned into sIn, the "I" was supposed to be big to represent us and sinning. And he used that guy who crossed the Niagara Falls on a tightrope as an example. He was saying how everyone had faith and yet no one wanted to be the first to cross in the wheelbarrow. (Sorry I didn't want to tell the whole story) Anywho, flash forward to the end of the story, the guy (I think it was "Tod" or "Tom" and he was saying how his father/mother was a drunkard/gambler/insert 'evil vice' here) goes, "Now who is the first to get this hand out from me." I look around and I stopped. Oh Shit. I'm one of 4 people that was REALLY listening to this guy. The guy who wanted to give me the paper before was there with his 2 friends, there were three girls that were doing the same across from the guys, there was two other guys dressed similarly to the other 3 guys, and there was one guy taping this "Tod/Tom/Whoever-he-is" And they were all part of his congregation! So I looked for "real people": one mother with her kid daughter, a fat guy, and one of those guys that push the 'person-pusher'. I realized that right after looking for "real people" Tod/Tom/Who looked at me like "hey you could be one of my followers!" and I was all like... I gave him the "uh...no sir" look. So the guy went: "Well thanks for listening" and I was like, "bolt now, Mike!" So I walked. Too slowThe guy who stopped me before caught up to me, stopped me again and asked, "So do you have any questions?" And me being nice went, "No but you can give me a paper." He handed me one, I smiled said thanks and bolted. I Did take two very blurry pictures of the guy with my trusty camera phone. When I get back home tomorrow I'll post those 2 and I'll scan in the flyer/paper/thingy.

Oh and I don't know what religion it was, it sounded like "Born Again Christian" or "Mormon" or the like. I remember the old Margaret Cho joke about her brother who was Born Again Christian and a surfer who goes to her in very surfer accent, "Moran, Moran, have you accepted Jesus Christ as your personal savior?... Hey where're you going? ...Bitch"