A few weeks ago, my girlfriend took me on a tour of Places She Used to Go Before She Got Sober. One of these places was a Williamsburg bar which was formerly an after hours cocaine bar (called…wait for it…Cokie’s) and is now called, I dunno probably “Skinny Jean Haven” or something. She actually did a poetry set there back in the day. At any rate, they had bowls of cheeto balls sitting out that everyone was eating out of and although I didn’t feel like that was a sanitary way to consume cheeto balls, I have been thinking of cheeto balls ever since.
Alas, they are not that easy to find, so I had basically gven up and said “oh who wants stupid cheeto balls anyway.” Then I went to Rite Aid this afternoon, and there right beside the half priced Halloween Candy was a cornocopia of Cheeto Balls. Mmmm. Tasty. Sometimes I think The Secret is totally bullshit, Or maybe just where Cheeto Balls are concerned.
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