The same day that I ranted on this blog about needing to push away from the tasty foods here in LA. I was brought, while I walked, a hot lunch by a sweet old woman. She told me I was doing a great job. She said she knew I'd have water so she brought me a soda, a Big Red. She also told me she wanted to give me some of the lasagna she had in the car but she was on her way to a wedding so she stopped and bought me the boxed lunch. After she drove away I opened it to find a large piece of fried fish, two fried chicken wings, a boudin ball and a pistolette also deep fried. The twelve ounce bottle contained over two ounces of sugar and more carbs than I care to mention. I chuckled to myself as I turned the bottle from side to side, it was almost as thick as syrup. What could I do but take the gift? The rest of the day I was packin' heat; a pistolette.
Yesterday a man in Lake Charles called me over to a convenience store and asked me to get whatever I wanted. The store was filled with junk food but luckily there were some bananas on the counter in front of the crock pots filled with sausages and nacho cheese. I left with two bananas.