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lets see, so i go outside to see if the sushi place next door is open just for kicks.. i wanted a spicy tuna roll.. haven't had sushi since january. so I go and check.. nope..they're having "after hours" at sushi man.. where basically these powerful and serious looking elder japanese men sit around inside the restraunt drinking champagne, and smoking cigarettes, and eating a bit with the owner.
so i walk up half a block to a little market, get some oatmeal, a can of chicken and veggie soup with wild rice, thank you progresso, and brown sugar. the guy behind the counter is telling me about how when he was 18 years old in mexico, he joined the mexican army... and he'd be out in the field, and they'd open a can of food, and it'd be just rotten inside, and really bad, and they'd go and find bugs to eat instead, and how he wrapped them in blades of grass and leaves so they didn't taste as bad..
crazy shit i tell you.
so i walk up half a block to a little market, get some oatmeal, a can of chicken and veggie soup with wild rice, thank you progresso, and brown sugar. the guy behind the counter is telling me about how when he was 18 years old in mexico, he joined the mexican army... and he'd be out in the field, and they'd open a can of food, and it'd be just rotten inside, and really bad, and they'd go and find bugs to eat instead, and how he wrapped them in blades of grass and leaves so they didn't taste as bad..
crazy shit i tell you.