I am back in the building. I must confess. I did not pay attention. I just finished talking about price gouging and I went into this corner store. I wanted a half gallon of orange juice and two honey buns. I realized I was going to pay a premium but I was in for a shock. I walked out after using the ebt card and it said $7.57. I stopped dead in my tracks. Sure it is my fault. I know that. I expected a high price but I have to admit I did not expect that.
Dam, has it come to the point where buying a rock of cocaine is cheaper than buying food in Skid Row. Has it gotten to the point where a ten dollar rock will last you longer than paying the same amount for something to eat?
If that is the case, Joe, from CenterCityPoz, I may have your answer. I can speculate what those who get high will tell me. "Why spend ten dollars on food that will vanish quickly and then I have to go out and spend money again to do the same thing. If I by a rock of cocaine, I do not have to worry about getting hungry."
That is a sad statement on the prices of goods on Skid Row.
Lesley Taplin
Skid Row's Best Friend
Feed It!
About Me
- skidrowscribe
- Los Angeles, California, United States
- Living in downtown Los Angeles on a new adventure, I landed on Skid Row in the month of February,2007, shell shocked and traumatized by the events of the previous months. I entered a world full of many contrasts. Kind, caring supportive individuals. Cruel, blood sucking predators. Men and women who walk the streets with courageous dignity and those whose job it is to strip them of that dignity every day. A place of quaint warmth and beauty, and at the same time a harsh, cold and vicious jungle. I have experienced the toughest streets of Philadelphia and Harlem, New York as well as the shanty towns and favelas of Brazil. Yet nothing compares to what you feel when you are in Skid Row. Social Scientists from around the world come here to study it. Every social illness has its place in Skid Row. They come to learn about its effect on people. They leave learning more about themselves- their prejudices and the fear of what they do not know. There is nothing like it. This journal is about my experiences at the University of Skid Row.
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