I can’t really remember buying anything there.
Not anything substantial anyway.
I may have slouched through the line once or twice with some unbleached coffee filters or a jar of veganaise.
And oh, there was that colorful soap phase that I went through.
But I mostly went to look.
To cross paths with people that shopped with systems in place and medicinal reasons requiring a $14 grapefruit.
They probably didn’t enjoy underground parking as much as I did.
BLONDE ON BLONDE 