The other day I was walking through the grocery store, checking out the cereal aisle. There are the "Old Man Fiber" cereals, and the "Refined Sugar Mountain" kids cereals, but I was going for something different. I wanted my Wheaties. When I found them, I saw something that is so far from appetizing, I almost coated the shelf display with my stomach lining. I spent several moments in stunned disgust and then was deliberating whether to sell my soul for the cereal I wanted. Another young guy about my age was scanning the aisle, and I mentioned my dissatisfaction. He says "Oh man! I'm from L.A.!", as though it were something I should be excited about. I am now eating yogurt for breakfast.