Just in case
Anecdote Memory Lane #87978738473262383
Eating dry ramen was huge when I was in elementary school. We even had something like a Dallas Buyers Club set up, with somebody taking orders for the rest of the class for the next day, handing them out at the monkey bars. I ordered some once, and I hated them. I never even expected that it was a thing in other schools, streets, cities, among other kids with Disney pullovers and Aldi sneakers back in the 90s.
Whenever I pass the elementary school in my street, I see these square packages lying around, those with the dino teeth around the edges. First I’m middle-aged-ly shocked: people leaving CONDOMS lying on the streets of Neukölln. RIGHT IN FRONT OF A SCHOOL? GASP. What? What a waste! Protect Yo’self! Take it from me! I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT! Then I look closer: FUCK —- empty condom wrappers, no no no. Then I realize it’s ramen seasoning. Then I’m like, some things never change. Only that I can post it to tumblr. And then I whistle on to venture off towards Hermannplatz or the canal or whatever.
This being said-picture: flawless.