“In the early 90s, I sublet half a freezing room to the world's most earnest Man Is the Bastard fan. Since I didn't want his money, we set up a barter system: Every couple of weeks he handed over heavy bags of vegetables and various tofu products from the organic grocer where he worked. It functioned well for both of us: He got the food for cost and I ate at home instead of walking to the sketchy C”
