Lexington, near Vermont, E. Hollywood
There's a guy that walks up and down my street selling nachos. I was hoping he was the tamale cart guy, or even the corn-on-the-cob guy, but sadly he's just the nacho guy. These nachos have been intentionally placed under a bush to eat later in the evening, I imagine, when the purchaser returns to claim his midnight snack. Or that was the original intention. However, they've been under this bush for awhile, which is clear from the delicate mold spots dotting the nachos that remain out of the sun.
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