In 2011, I discovered something beyond my wildest dreams: Little Tokyo in Downtown LA, which is like stepping into a post-Apocalyptic really sh*tty actual Tokyo. It was like going on a tiny vacation, and heaven for buying Hello Kitty gifts for nieces. But the best part was discovering the Little Tokyo supermarket, which sells a candy bar that’s a blast from 1995: Crunky Bars. And apparently, Japan’s definition of “chronic + drunk” is some sort of chocolate bar made out of yams. Which would have been a lifesaver to me this New Year’s Eve instead of actual alcohol, which I won’t be touching again for the remainder of 2011. Good year sir.
