In Sarasota, we had institutional sized tin trays filled w/ greasy, starchy cheap shit and big old buttermilk buscuits on the side, sometimes. As a stave against hunger once in awhile, it wasn't horrible. But as a steady diet, well the girls all put on anywhere from 10 - 30 lbs of gummy fat ass while the boys actually got sort of fit, if oddly green and pale. And, of course, you'd get in trouble for being ungrateful if you didn't stuff down every bite. After awhile, that wasn't a problem. I used to reeeeeeaaaaalllly look forward to those buttermilk biscuites.
I vaguely remember getting Arbees sandwiches one time in the carpet room. I think it was like a Christmas gift from one of the parents or some damned thing. I just remember sitting there thinking how fucking pathetic it was that we all felt so spoiled just by having a slightly different variety of cheap greasy starchy shit.
I had been kind of a health nut before. I went from a well toned 115 to a gummy 150 in NO time flat!
But it would depend on the location and date. At the Seed, they had bologna, pb&j and, sometimes, ham sandwiches all neatly wrapped in individual baggies and sorted by meat and dressing. I know that because I was conscripted to assemble them every Sunday after church w/ my mother. I know they had some damned good roast turkey on year for thanksgiving, too. My dad's buddy, Louie, cooked them in his pizza ovens at the deli.
Here's freedom to him who would read;
Here's freedom to him who would write;
None ever feared that the truth should be heard,
But them that the truth would indict.
--author unknown (circa 1914)
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Drug war POW
Straight, Sarasota
`80 - `82