Let’s just say, after two years spent working in the world’s first supermarket-sized natural food store, in the People’s Republic of Boulder, and with everything I have found out since about the vicious, amoral, duplicitous, neurotic, hypocritical, hyper-privileged, silly, over-educated, self-admiring, herd-following, opportunistic, brain-dead, snobbish, in-groupish nature of the sort of people who shopped there, and who live in such places, and who equate organics and nutrition with some post-sixties form of world-saving for being-seen-at-it’s sake,

that the idea of “kale with ice” at a smoothie stand just brings out the extreme redneck in me.

So sue me.

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