i have an old friend w a crazy antique store. i went in there the day they got to re-open. i told her i wanted to by myself a present and she brought out a tray of rings. i couldnt make up my mind, so i asked her to pick one. she picked a cool silver one w a light blue, round stone. it's a stone called laminite. cut from the sea bed in the mediterranean, where atlantis was supposed to be.
i liked that one, and a similar style that was a turquoise oval.
the rings had a story. a jeweler wanted to set up a store in cancun. he borrowed money from the local weed gang. he made a ton of rings, but wasnt selling them. the weed guys wanted their money. he knew he was in trouble, so he packed them up and brought them up here to chi, and sold them all to my friend.
i ended up buying 4.

now one of the neighbors that is causing me shit is a mexicano. he is a weed guy, but he brought up a bunch of m-100's. there is an extended clan at the end of the block. they were all out of work and bored, so they started blowing this shit memorial day weekend, and every day thereafter.
it was driving everyone nuts, and made my chickens stop laying.
i went to war. wont bore you w the details, but in the end i shut them up by telling them that i am a witch. cuz i am all irish, so that is what i come from.
i wore all 4 of those rings around, and told the one sane dude of the bunch the story.
i told them if they made me call on my mother's, they would be sorry, cuz they bring fire.
scared the shit out of them. they stopped. hasnt been a boom since july 4.

and no, i aint sorry.