Finally, Salvation!

Off of work today, I set out in search of adventure in the searing humidity of Western New York. I carefully positioned a Skoal mint pouch in my front left lower gum area as I usually do and I went to pick up my check, but was disappointed with its absence. From there I sadly turned around and began driving back home. But I was jamming out to the sweet melodies of Jimmy Page, and decided to turn around and drive back into the city for no reason in particular.

The Zeppelin got me thinking of California. Then, I passed That Taco Place, this little hole in the wall taco joint, inspired by a California vibe, oddly supplanted 3000 miles away. It's sad that there aren't more places like it. More and more of them seem to keep disappearing when they're the only authentic businesses we have left. You know they did it for the love of their food, the love of serving people, being close with their loyal customers, knowing their names and faces. Their customers aren't just faceless wallets walking in and out, preferably as quickly as possible, so as to get the next ones in. I am a proud local business supporter, if for no other reason than the sense of pride, creativity, and identity they bring to a city.

For some reason at this point I decided I needed some new T-shirts. I went to my favorite store, the Salvation Army. It amazes me what you can get for five dollars. I think this world would be a much better place if we could apply the concept of donating old, unused clothing to the Salv-A to every other facet of our wasteful lives. The amount of waste in this world, compared to the amount of people with nothing is mind boggling, to say the least. Well, I ended up picking up some 22 year old hipster with aviators on T-shirts and my morning was satisfactory. Fuck Abercrombie with their $30 tees that cost 50 cents to make by some poor third worldian. It's sick that they can get away with the markups on some of these clothes.

I am moving to Northern California to live a life of tranquility in some beautiful, pine inhabited ski resort...and maybe take some acid.

Back to basics,
N. Stefani