Blood From a Turnip
We Went out and Tasted the Freshest Cold Pressed Juices Los Angeles Has to Offer
IMPRESSIONS: My childhood lemonade stand where my subjugation to the capitalist dream began in earnest. Enters the palate like the sweat of a new lover in the corner of a bar.
IMPRESSIONS: Summer’s watermelon eaten in the bath; with the faint tang of a Tuesday morning hangover.
IMPRESSIONS: Fresh cut grass wafting over the dregs of Sunday morning’s Bloody Mary.
IMPRESSIONS: A pineapple dropped in the dirt that is looking up at the stars.