I finished reading Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas this afternoon, following it up by watching Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Too much fear and loathing? Nay. Johnny Depp’s narration is still soothing and brilliant.
“Don’t take any guff from these swine.”
I spent today largely running errands, and I’m still disappointed that I haven’t been able to find a source for curry leaves in this tiny seven-by-seven square of a town. Casa Thai on 16th and Mission didn’t pull through, though I did grab a bunch of bananas from them for 90 cents. The city life still amazes me, in that I can walk out my front door, cross a single street, and two minutes and 25 cents later return to my kitchen with a beautiful yellow onion. The only way I could do this in Bloomington would be to break into someone else’s apartment and steal their onions.
Which may not be all that bad an idea.
People say I would do well to check out Whole Paycheck, but I would also do well not to put myself in a financial position where I need to sell myself on the street for groceries. That said, Josh tells me there are some kind prostitutes that hang out on my street corner, so if things get rough I can probably get an apprenticeship or something.
Yes, anything you could possibly want is available within a two-minute radius from here.
Except curry leaves.
