I will miss the cheap greasy hamburgers from the 101 drive thru. Oh the curly fries. I’ve noticed a theme in my food obsession which is: Greasy! Fried! Stuff to make Mama say, “Maaaaaaaa.”
If some people’s bodies are temples, mine is a junkyard. I’ll get back in a more active thing (ha!) so when I’m not chained to a car. Or a desk. Or when I’m dead.