“You got all these cops thinking you’re a lawyer, then you’ve got all these lawyers thinking you’re some kind of cop” - Michael Clayton’s brother-in-law
This is the first thing I thought of when K.B. took me to the Eastside Market, located on the edge of the 110 freeway near downtown. This place was literally swarming with a combination of off-duty LAFD/LAPD and downtown lawyers. My second instinct was that K.B. sold me out to the feds for my side-income business selling Viagara to USC students.
Fellas, they were just placebos, ok? Why the hell do college kids need Viagara anyway? Are they worried their erections will only last three and a half hours? Stupid kids.
My third instinct was that sausage, meatballs, roast beef and pastrami on ONE damn sandwich might be overkill. My fourth instinct, after having a bite of the D.A. Special, was that I should shut the fuck up and stop having “instinctual” feelings about combining individually awesome items. Two plus two might not equal five, but no matter what it will equal four. And thats often good enough.
Eastside Market and Italian Deli, 1013 Alpine Street, Los Angeles, CA 90012, (800) 964-2464.
