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Evil New Hampshire!
Jan. 8th, 2005 12:38 pmSatan lives in Weare, NH. We visited the house of one of his minions last night.
My grandfather had asked us to go on a mission of mercy last night. There was a guy in Weare selling "a 21 inch monitor" for $75. This is what I heard. It seemed pretty reasonable and when we looked at Weare, it seemed pretty close to where one of Steven's friends lived, so we thought we'd kill two birds with one stone.
We hit ski traffic, which added to the trip. We couldn't get a hold of this guy all morning or afternoon. Finally, he answered his phone and Steven asked him how to get to where he was, was he off 114? He. said. yes. Turns out, he's off 77 and 149. That's close, eh? We stopped at a place of the same number as his place, on Rte. 114, thinking it was his place of business or something. It was actually a gas station. A couple of firemen told Steven exactly where this guy lived. Creepy, right there.
So we finally found the place and it's in the goddamn middle of no where. None of the neighbours are home, no lights, nothing. We pulled up in front of this guy's place and the first thing I notice is that we can't pull into the driveway, it's got 8" of unplowed snow. The walk is not shoveled and there are no front lights on. No one had taken the mail in in days. There were no lights on in the place, except for one bare bulb we could see in one of the back rooms. The guys had sheets as curtains! What was worse was the place seriously looked like the house in the Blair Witch Project.
We had called the guy twice after he gave Steven bad directions, no answer. He never called when we didn't show. It was like something out of a horror movie. We never even bothered to go up to the door. We just locked up the doors and left.
After I found out that the guy told my grandfather he had "fallen on hard times" and wanted to "sell everything so [he] could move out of his place real quick". He was selling a whole server computer loaded with software and NT disks, mouse, keyboard, all peripherals, a second server, and an inkjet printer for $75. That's way underpriced.
We went over to Steven's friend Mark's and spent a few far less creepy hours there. Got back in around 2:30 because of road construction in Boston and today, I'm getting my haircut around 3.
Oh, and it's starting to snow. Yay.
We've got to go get a new lamp at Target, as well. Our other one blew.
My grandfather had asked us to go on a mission of mercy last night. There was a guy in Weare selling "a 21 inch monitor" for $75. This is what I heard. It seemed pretty reasonable and when we looked at Weare, it seemed pretty close to where one of Steven's friends lived, so we thought we'd kill two birds with one stone.
We hit ski traffic, which added to the trip. We couldn't get a hold of this guy all morning or afternoon. Finally, he answered his phone and Steven asked him how to get to where he was, was he off 114? He. said. yes. Turns out, he's off 77 and 149. That's close, eh? We stopped at a place of the same number as his place, on Rte. 114, thinking it was his place of business or something. It was actually a gas station. A couple of firemen told Steven exactly where this guy lived. Creepy, right there.
So we finally found the place and it's in the goddamn middle of no where. None of the neighbours are home, no lights, nothing. We pulled up in front of this guy's place and the first thing I notice is that we can't pull into the driveway, it's got 8" of unplowed snow. The walk is not shoveled and there are no front lights on. No one had taken the mail in in days. There were no lights on in the place, except for one bare bulb we could see in one of the back rooms. The guys had sheets as curtains! What was worse was the place seriously looked like the house in the Blair Witch Project.
We had called the guy twice after he gave Steven bad directions, no answer. He never called when we didn't show. It was like something out of a horror movie. We never even bothered to go up to the door. We just locked up the doors and left.
After I found out that the guy told my grandfather he had "fallen on hard times" and wanted to "sell everything so [he] could move out of his place real quick". He was selling a whole server computer loaded with software and NT disks, mouse, keyboard, all peripherals, a second server, and an inkjet printer for $75. That's way underpriced.
We went over to Steven's friend Mark's and spent a few far less creepy hours there. Got back in around 2:30 because of road construction in Boston and today, I'm getting my haircut around 3.
Oh, and it's starting to snow. Yay.
We've got to go get a new lamp at Target, as well. Our other one blew.