February 1, 2008
I slid into Quizno's and the woman inside waved her arms in an 'X' pattern, signaling the store was closed. My right blinker remained on as I circled the parking lot and returned to the main road. I settled for McDonalds across the street, but not before I rolled down the window and went around the block. Getting the stink blown off myself as my mom used to say. It was dark, white and hazy and the sky reminded me of Clarke's Teaberry gum as I winded the court slowly, returning home and munching on a handful of french fries.