Cat Food

When I was younger, my girlfriends dad delivered candy and cigarettes to markets all over Detroit. One day he was in a store and a few street dwellers we’re all milling around in the store, each with a can of corned beef hash, but nobody was going to the counter to pay. When the guy from Rival Dog Food came in with a hand truck full of dog food, one of them shouted “here come the Rival”, and they all put the hash down and grabbed a can of Rival and headed to the register.