DAY 42: Joseph A. Juice

I always forget how fire juice is. Real juice, though. None of that fake stuff. We don't mess around with GMO nonsense. Only free range, grass fed, no bullshit juice. Portland obviously rubbed off on me, and now I can't shake that pretentious "no additions" attitude. But alas, I still have a tendency to notice all the scrumptious things NY has to offer that are definitely not natural. Example one: the bodega chopped cheese. The greatest invention ever to rise from the flames of a hood near you. I'm telling you, if you haven't tried one, you haven't yet lived. In other words, you live about as simply as an Amish breadmaker. Which is in no way a breadwinner, but a wooden wheel riding rogue. Shame on you. Time to shape up and get with the culture.