…and then all I ate for the rest of my life was fruit and bread. Which would be ok. I went out to see if I could find some mangoes (i’ve been eating one a day…it’s a hard addiction to keep up) and hit gold again. All the fruit is in perfect condition, especially the apricots. And…yes…THOSE ARE FREAKIN PIZZA STRIPS FUCK YEAH. I thought they only existed in RI. Thankfully not so.
Feast feast feast.