Hunger Games
In an underground cave resting on the south building of the John F Kennedy library at Cal State LA there used to be a Computer Lab. On most evenings I would come up from that underground lair. I was 18 years old, I did not want to go home but had to, I still had a paltry allowance, I had eaten my mom’s egg sandwich first thing in the morning and now I had some choices to make. With my stomach badly grumbling I search about myself and in my pocket I found a few dollars that could either cover the two and a half mile RTD bus ride to Eastman Ave or they could buy me some nachos from the King Taco on campus.
Not feeling sorry for myself and with the cover of night as an asset I knew there was another option. Sometimes, packaged and wrapped food that wasn’t consumed was gently tossed in bins behind the cafeteria, or the lunch truck on the north side of campus. Sometimes, kids left half eaten tacos in the courtyard at Salazar Hall.
Foraging was hard the first time I did it but it got easier with time and usually I had enough to cover me until I got home to worrying my worrying parents.
Never once did I get food poisoning.

