No theme, no plan. Just what's going through my head at any time that I want to write about.
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Somewhere in a populous city, as you walk down an unassuming street wondering where in the world you can find whatever it is you’re looking for, you suddenly notice an unassuming shop you’ve never seen before. There’s no sign designating a name. Just an “open” sign on the door. The windows are dark and you can’t see inside. Yet you can’t help yourself; your curiosity gets the better of you. You open the door and walk in.
Welcome to Shylok’s Arbitrary Curio Shop.
The shop is loaded from wall to wall and ceiling to floor with all kinds of things. There are rows and rows of shelves and bins filled with all sorts of items from nick-knacks to tools to books to... whatever! Pretty much anything that you’re looking for is available here , both magical and non-magical. There are no weapons though (“The mind is the only weapon a true warrior needs”, is a well known Shylok quote). Patrons aren’t sure, but they feel the shop must be bigger than it appears to be from the outside to hold as much stuff as it does.
Previous patrons all say that Shylok himself waits before revealing himself; giving patrons time to look around. When someone has found something that interests them, Shylok is suddenly there, ready to talk about whatever it is that has piqued their mind’s interest, and to make a deal.
Shylok himself is a mystery. He is a man, but other than that you really can’t tell anything about him. He is bald with pale skin. The most aware among his customers notice that he actually has no hair anywhere on his body, including eyebrows. He’s taller than a dwarf, but not as tall as an elf. He has an even, baritone voice that has no discernible accent. He wears a plain grey tunic that goes to the floor, with wide sleeves that he keeps his hands in, crossed in front of his body, until it’s time to make the deal. There are records of encounters with his shop dating back to longer than any being could naturally live. Yet Shylok seems to never age. When asked direct questions about himself, he gives very indirect answers. Asked how old he is he says, “Old enough to have acquired all these items.” If asked where he is from he simply replies, “Not from here.” He does not have a significant other and tells people who inquire, “The shop, and the needs of it’s patrons, are my one true love.”
The shop is not actually named Shylok’s Arbitrary Curio Shop. Truth be told, no one really knows the name of the shop. Someone at some time just started calling it that and the name stuck. If asked, Shylok simply replies, “I am Shylok, and this is my shop.”
Most of the time, Shylok is happy to buy or sell his items for money or things. But there have been reports from some who say that sometimes... when it’s a particularly special, unique or personal item... Shylok will trade in the abstract; Some claim to have traded dreams; some claim to have traded memories; some have traded passions. People also claim to have received these same things as payment for items sold to the shop. One man, burdened with night terrors, sold a locket to the shop in exchange for a week’s worth of peaceful sleep. “I’ve never slept that well again”, he said forlornly.
Most patrons have never been able to set foot into the shop again. They leave and then return the next day only to find a brick wall; or the shop that actually resides in that spot. Owners of those shops always claimed to have been open they day Shylok’s shop was in their location, and always have customers who will back that claim. Those lucky enough to find the shop again always find it somewhere else. On another street, or maybe even in a different city altogether. But it always looks the same, or so they say.
Does Shylok’s really exist? Maybe it’s just a tale that has taken on a life of it’s own; A fable told to kids that has grown to something more.
Or maybe... One day... You’ll be out tying to find that one particular item... And you’ll turn a corner...
I’m always amazed at how songs become attached to moments or people in your life.
I hear Born To Be Wild, and I remember a road trip with a friend so she can check out a job possibility in Massachusetts. When that song came on we cranked the radio and belted out the chorus at the top of our lungs.
Gimme Three Steps makes me think of the boss who was always amazed that the song was based on a real story. He would mention it every time the song would come on and excitedly go on and on about it.
I hear Charlie Daniels, or Run DMC, or Mary J Blige and I think of the special women who have been in my life. If it wasn’t for them I never would’ve given these styles of music a fair chance.
Whenever Dream On plays, I remember trips to Hampton Beach with friends. We would always end the trips standing on the beach singing that song.
I could go on and on and bore you with songs and the memories associated with them, but I won’t. But if ever a song comes on, and I get a little smile on my face and maybe even give a snicker, you know why.
Weight loss total: >75 pounds. I don’t have an exact number because I was too big for my scale when I started.
Shirt size: down 2 sizes
Pants size: down 8 sizes
I’ve had to buy new underpants twice now because my old ones wouldn’t stay up anymore. As problems go, this is not a bad one to have.
I would be lying if I said I’m not posting this to brag. I am. But I also post this in the hopes that someone will look at it and go, “If he can do it then so can I.” I needed inspiration to get to this point, and I want to pass it on to someone else.