Random, From The Resistance Poem by Katlyn McGinn

Green tea, as you all know, is hardcore ceremonial zen stuff for us Orientals. There's a whole ritual to it, gotta have the right mindset, the right posture, sound a gong, chant, shave your head, show humility and respect for the sacred herbal tea. So what do I do? I grab me one of them little plastic salsa containers from El Pollo Loco, punch some holes in it with a needle, and stick a fork through the side as a handle. I felt like MacGuyver.