Kellymoon69

  Recently I've been thinking those shows where characters drop everything and start a stand or total BS. I mean, more than just it being a TV show BS, how do I know that? Because I've recently decided to drop everything instead of a stand, I googled how to do it. You can't do it without permits, and permits require stacks of forms.

  When I first learned about the forms, I almost banged my head against the kitchen table, but Yosuke insisted I needed one to achieve my goals. So, I asked Pops about it because he may know something about bureaucracy or infrastructure. He told me to take a picture of the forms I needed to do, and then, like five hours ter, he texted me, saying it's all good. A guy I know is on his way with the certificate you need. I'm voi. I have a stand.

  Yeah, so I didn't really think this through. I've been out here for almost half the day. So far, my product is massages, tea, and consultations. The consultations are supposed to be my attempts at exercising their problems, and I'm supposed to be using the massages to collect the cursed energy, especially from the elderly. They're like walking bags, of course, energy according to Yosuke. I wonder what that's about. I wonder what that's about.

  But people have been looking at my stand and wondering about my product. They asked me questions, but now I'm not really buying anything except for the tea every once in a while. Some people are thirsty-looking, so we'll drop a couple of bucks down and buy a cup, and then they'll be like, 'Oh, this is good." We do the weird social media thing and then walk away.

  One of those rare customers got mad. I didn't have a card reader. I get it. We're in the te 21st century; if you don't have a card reader or phone to pay for things, you're doing it wrong. But I'm a broke 20-year-old idiot who listened to a sketchy ghost who cims to be a legendary thief from thousands of years ago. Operating at a folding table, my mentor from my hometown had a friend of his fish out of his basement and drove 100 miles to get to me. I have no clue what I'm doing.

  On a different note, that same person got even madder when another person walked up and offered to pay using a pay phone app, for which I just said yeah. Sure, I'll do it. I think she yelled for several hours. She got even more thirsty. Eventually, she paid me with the phone app and went her own way. Pretty sure she made me a Yelp profile just so that she could bad-mouth my own Yelp profile that she made. Someone once said that the best advertisement is any advertisement.

  But at first, I was starting to think that no one would take me up on the massage or consultation service I offer until this old guy shows up out of the blue. Grouchy is all get out. He pays for a tee, sits in the chair, and says Well. Aren't you going to get started? Tough guy- I'll give you that, well. I contempted how sitting down and not saying anything equates to massage my back. I'll never know, then. Again, my grandpa is like that, too. Whenever Mom and Dad couldn't be bothered to raise me, they dropped me off at his house, and he'd always give me a couple of bucks for a massage. I guess older adults' shoulders are stiff anyway.

  I started massaging his back while trying to do the thieving thing to steal cursed energy like Yosuke wanted, and then this crazier thing happened. My back started to weigh a thousand pounds or close to 1,000 pounds. I don't know. I'm not good at measuring things. It was cumbersome, way heavier than it used to be, and I thought maybe someone had pulled a prank on me and put something on my back when I wasn't looking. But nothing was there whenever I reached over my shoulders; it always felt like something was on my back.

  For the rest of the day, I sold tea to people, and I liked the stuff that went so well. I went through all seven. If I didn't have to pay taxes, I'd say I made a killing.

  The oddest thing. My back is even heavier now. It feels like someone's been secretly pinning stacks of sand on my back, and every time I fail to figure out what it is, it gets heavier and heavier. Since no one was taking up my consultation and massaging, I decided to pack it up and call it a day. I folded up my stand and packed away. The empty containers full of what used to be fruit tea and then loaded it all onto my moped haphazardly to head home while doing so out of the corner of my eye, spotted something in the mirror of one of the business sis with reflective mirrors in pce of actual Windows.

  It was so odd. It looked like an older man with the body of a baby in whitey tighties hanging onto my back. I felt so grossed out by this. I immediately tried to jump backward to knock them off, only to have my pure back sm into the concrete. Funny enough, when I got back up, and it was even heavier at that moment, I knew I had successfully stolen a possession.

  I tried getting back home or the temple that I'm currently calling my home while dealing with the fact that something was possessing my back—crazy thing. The more weight you put on a moped, the harder it is to move and the more gas it burns. Guess it has something to do with the conservation of energy. I don't know. I only got that lesson in css. So anyways, I had to blow a little bit of the money I earned to we feel on gas so that I'd make it, and that's not cheap. I already had to take out a loan to repair the moped.

  So anyway, I'm sitting here. I'm struggling to get home, and the turns are getting more complex. The weird thing on my back kept getting heavier, and at one point, it got so dangerous that I almost crashed into a car and had to fall off of my scooter trying to evade someone texting while driving. It's a w for a reason.

  Despite my many heartaches, I managed to get home, where Yosuke congratuted me. At least one of us was happy. He praised me for stealing possession on my first go, but now we had a huge problem: my hand. What the heck do I do with it? Well, I'm possessed. The older man makes me heavy to feel light again. I have to get rid of the possession, which means I have to give it away to something or someone. I don't have anything I can get rid of him or someone. I mean, I could call up my current ndlord and pat him. They say that a chip on your shoulder is good for business.

  So anyways, putting the very ominous thoughts away. I decided to consult the book, which seems to be more of an expert on possessions than the ghost. According to the book, there were talismans in that box that I retrieved from the wall. The talismans are made using cursed blood who's bled. I'm not quite sure what the book won't say, or at least I haven't gotten to the chapter where it says it, but it does expin that that I use the cursed blood talisman to pin possessions to objects, much like the one currently pinning the majority of Yosuke's soul to the peach tree in the yard.

  Yeah, this book is invaluable. Not suitable at expining things. When I looked up how to use the dang talismans, it only says to feel for the curse. Spread the curse out. Apply the curse. Zane binds it to the object. Still haven't figured out what the object I'm going to bind it to is, but the other things are all just flowery words. T

  begin with, I expect you to know what you're doing. Wonder if there's a Curse for Newbies manual somewhere? Maybe I can look it up online.

  Okay, I think I made some progress. I'm not sure how, but I managed to bind the old man to the mailbox and buy myself a mailbox. Let's just call this a win for me, a win for the old weirdo on my back, and then a win for the mailbox, so everyone wins now. All I have to do is make sure I win the next round.

  All right, this attempt was a bit better. I'm not stuck to a stationary object, and neither is the possession. This time, the possession is stuck to the toaster, but it's also stuck to me. I do not understand something here. I decided to consult the ghost resident, not the one on my back.

  After some persuading, Yosuke gave me some beneficial advice. I need to think of it like who I'm using the whole stealing thing. So I'm supposed to take what's applied to my back and then imagine putting it onto the talisman, and then the second part is like using a sticker, I guess? He didn't have these types of things back in his day. So his description of what I do for the binding part is that a weird sticker supposedly works.

  All right, this is the 9th attempt. I'm going to bind this older man to The Rock out front. Step one: collect cursed energy. Store it on my back, inside the pocket of my right arm—step two. Make sure the energy is secured and not leaking at all. Therefore, nothing is still attached to me that could have caused me to be stuck to other things. Step 3 was with all the force of God and the frustration I built up over. Attempting to do this all night. I managed to bind the dangled man to the. Step four: Go to a repair or home care shop and get enough dirt to fill the sinkhole from the rock ever sinking into the ground. I think I did a good job today. I'm going to take a break.

  The next day, after successfully refilling my supplies of tea, I did the same thing as yesterday. Surprisingly enough, I got more massages from older people. Everyone should collect enough cursed energy to actually practice some of the stuff in that book. Still, it's not enough to be proud of, considering taxes. I kind of wish I could skip those, but my uncle taught me one thing and one thing only: The government always comes for money it's owed.

  But that's beside the point. Well, I'm resting my eyes from the ordeal I had st night. The ndlord, I think his name was Ryan, called me. How do I know? My phone started ringing with a contact that I hadn't entered. His words were, and I quote.

  "Sorry for bugging you during your little Stan venture. Love the idea. By the way, you can never go wrong with the cssic stand. Money is good money when you know what you're doing. But yeah, remember how I said I'd have jobs for you. I'm trying to get into investments for trust funds. The guy I know has a guy who can get me in. However, the guy's daughter is bedridden with something supernatural. I figured now was a good time, as Annie was testing your services. We'll call it a consultation. I'll put the deposit in your account. The address will be texted to you at a ter date. Don't want to interrupt you during business hours, after all. That would be unprofessional, LOL."

  Seeing this message, I had so many questions.....