I decided to head back, grabbed some free shopping guides, and walked back the way i came. I went into a market to look around and they had super cheap dairy alternatives such as soy, almond, and rice milk. I thought about getting some but I also like the idea that i should try and spend as little money as possible. I just took pictures and headed back out. I looked up to see the Thirsty Monk, which is a bar my friend's older brother used to tend. I kept walking and very close to the YWCA- which was my frist stop, a middle school with basketball courts and a track and a field if i really needed it. I found a perfectly good thermal. A brand new expo marker (no white board to use it on), and a neon green headband (which ill use to hold things together, its staying out of my hair)
here's some pics of 40 house:
back yard. Upper right is the garden, currently not in use. Clothing line is upper left. Mish-mash of crap in the middle.
steps that lead down the baement. Crusty(the cat)'s main stomping grounds. Saw table out for flooring rennovations
Avocado as part of dinner. White bin is for compost. If you dont finish your dinner, either you can leave it out and someone else will probably eat it- or its composted
other side of kitchen. Fridge, oven and range, cabinets: spices, oils, extras. The pots contain mashed sweet potato, chicken soup(with the bones), fruit salad. Behind the pots to the left of the oven is the toaster over- which I managed to set fire to the tortillas within 30min of being here.
Aubrey made me dinner when I got back from Downtow. Eggs in red cabbage, carrots, chicken sausage, peanuts, cheese chunks, lettuce, tomato, tortilla chips with green salsa and avocado. When i was exploring downtown I realized just how much was based upon this material facade of a hearty, resourceful person. The stores reflect this. They sell this attitude. Im leaving with the people at the heart of it. The ones who pay low rent for the communal housing. They sell weathered boots with zippers and partially torn shoe laces- Eli's boots are paint splattered, tattrered and worn through the heel. He's wearing them to sand the floors but probably not for much longer. I live with the people who work to survive- they find what they need and install it. There is no middle man. Oppurtunivores.
More thoughts soon.
~ R






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