Sketches. I love the chaos of a gestating idea. The way you can see a thought process carrying you through its' lifespan.
This is a sketch. Before this came a thought map. Before that came a phone call with a friend. Before that came the inspiration. Now here I am, trying to make some kind of semblance of what has pulled my curiosity to this point.
And it all started with spinach.
And Walmart.
Or as we say en la Isla de Encanto... "Gwalmar."
I thought I had been lucky enough to experience the distinguished Walmart patron. The one that seems to have been stumbled upon, busy living in its' natural habitat. Like a piece of furniture in the Walmart family portrait.
The Gwalmar of this story is much, much worse.
The parking.
The crowds.
Even leaving the lot makes me want to pull my hair out.
Ugh, I sound like my mom.
No, but really. Who's the asshole responsible for the layout of this place? Zero logic. I'll spare you the gruesome details.
Anyway, the produce section is probably about the size of my bed. And there was a small fridge with a few more produce foods like blackberries, greens, and other shit I don't remember.
All we wanted was a bag of spinach for our breakfast egg ritual. We got lucky the first time.
The next time, not so much.
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"You said you brought some snacks?"
"Yeah, I have some chipotle bean dip and chips."
Justin tells us his cherished bean dip is from a grocery store in San Juan called La Hacienda.
"It's the Trader Joe's of Puerto Rico."
Well, when you put it that way...
Liam and I are in San Juan a few days later and decide to find our closest La Hacienda branch and see what's up. All we needed was the bread and lettuce my uncle requested. And a bag of spinach for us...
$13.99 per pound...
Bro.
Ma'am.
Sweet baby Jesus.
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This iguana is the closest thing I have to a picture of spinach.
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