So now I have a copy
of their menu, I replicate the meal choices with healthier options (ie they serve pizza, I make him
circle pizzas with gluten free
bread, my homemade sauce, and raw cheese) and he doesn't feel left
out anymore.
Ania and I went to buy
bread and in one block's distance we saw about 15 tales
of insanity, drug abuse and poverty: a homeless man with one leg shooting up on the pavement; an old women dragging 50 filthy plastic bags, vomiting into the sewer grate; five tranny hookers sitting in a hotel stairwell, wearing nothing but g - strings, making cat calls at the passing traffic; a crackhead walking in
circles, talking
out loud to no one in front
of a fruit stand; little boys, none older than 11, all huffing shoe glue
out of black plastic bags to get a 10 - minute high; and a group
of plump ladies sorting through garbage in the street, looking for old produce that can be re-bagged and re-sold at discount prices.