|Los Dios, los Ojos, la Muerte.
||[Dec. 23rd, 2004|11:00 am]
I shoveled with my shovel for 2 hours to plow out my mom's house.
Surprisingly, the cold hasn't really bothered me. The decades in this climate have made for a smooth transition.
Yet, I long for the crypt-like apartment and anonymity in LA.
Today is very much a day that I miss it.
I visited two major supermarkets, and so far, I have found no tofu.
It is of no surprise why Detroit is Fat City.
The "health" food section is twice as large of an area than stores in LA. It's segregated from the "normal" food. Inside the health food section, horrible choices of products collect dust. Most of the products are advertised to resemble "normal" foods.
I must search for my way of life here. Curse this forsaken land.