" I wonder what a Flea-Market burger tastes like?"

Feb 15, 2009 22:30

I went to the Waldo Flea-Market and Holy-Shit was that depressing. Southern Poverty is WAY different than northern, urban-poverty.

My Room-mate bought a book from a woman who had a tracheotomy and I had to walk away. I can not be near people who are sick, missing body parts, or in this case, have holes in their throat. I know it sounds bad, but I just tense up and hold my breath. I don't even realize I'm doing it until I walk away and feel myself un-tensing.

It was a pretty uncomfortable afternoon.

We also visited a lovely tent that was selling stars-and-bars along with Neo-nazi shirts. A nice little addition to this atmosphere was the soundtrack to "Blue Collar Comedy Tour." I don't need to make a joke about that because its too easy...

I guess overall the afternoon wasn't too bad. I did get an awesome deal on some organic produce and this sweet variation of a tri-colored Vanda!
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