I took her through the door and down a lime green hallway to a ruined landing, with broken mosaic tiles haphazardly thrown around the floor. There were lots of empty shelves and, strangely enough, a bunch of books on horticulture. There were a couple places where you could see fires had been lit. I remembered to watch out for hobo shit as we stepped over some broken glass and felt it crack. I saw a graffiti trail that stretched across a whole wall. It said eat shrooms.
The first time I saw that slogan was in a bathroom in high school. All I knew, intuitively, was that it wasn’t referring to regular mushrooms. I knew a teenager wasn’t going to write eat your vegetables on a bathroom wall. Though that would be funny. Maybe I’ll do it sometime. Under a bridge or in an alley.
Finish your greens.