As I inhaled the sushi I just ordered, I took a look at all the plastic containers it arrived in, everything sprawled across the counter, and a rush of blood shot through my body.
Fuck.
It’s July 1st. Not only do I need to pay rent, but I’m supposed to be excelling at Plastic Free July, a month-long initiative where you don’t use single-use plastic, which I’m currently not doing at all.

















