One time I was grabbing Mexican food after an arduous night of clubbing with my friend Rachel, who wore green dreads, smelled of patchouli, and was a member of

One time I was grabbing Mexican food after an arduous night of clubbing with my friend Rachel, who wore green dreads, smelled of patchouli, and was a member of Food Not Bombs. We went to the taco stand which was known as the "drive-by shooting" place, and got carne asada quesadillas or something, and she told me to insist that they not use any packaging on them, but just put them in our hands. We "single-handedly" saved the planet that night!