While walking home from the grocery store (purchases: two zucchinis, two bell peppers, blood oranges, banannas, half pound tofu, pasta sauce, three cans clam chowder, quart guava juice, half dozen eggs, two cans tuna, two packages chow mein noodles, quart yoghurt, big bag of cereal, price $32.50), I pass a group of local youths. I’m listening to Portishead and can’t hear them very well. One says, “Can I have your groceries” and makes a grab for one of my bags. Another tries to grab another bag. Both fail. “Hey,” I said, “Fuck off.” Talking while listening to headphones is odd. Continued walking west; they go north. I entertain thoughts of violence and death.

• blood oranges: one of the coolest fruits ever. deep purple on the inside, not quite the color of blood. tasting like strawberries