As much as I love fine dining, every once in a while, I have a hankering for those Ikea Swedish meatballs.
When I was walking towards the car to grab my water that I forgot, this rando stopped me and asked me if I wanted to purchase a fiction book. It’s about a girl who is adopted by witches for $20 or “whatever I can afford to give”. What? No. Dude. This is L.A. Not to sound paranoid but how do I know that those pages aren’t laced with Fentanyl and he’s going to snatch me up while I am under the influence and I wind up in some horrible human trafficking ring? Anyway, I told him to kick rocks and went back towards the store.
I met up with Krystiana and we walked around the store and indulged in mashed potatoes and meatballs. It hit the spot and for four bucks, fuck yeah. heavy breathing I love the ligonberry but ordering the meal would have been double the price and I just needed enough meatball action to satisfy my craving.
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