so when i snack i dont dare dip into the doritos
or sun chips
because that would just destroy my breath.
which as anyone knows is oh so minty fresh.
so i eat fritos. little fun sized bags.
tiny little things that they make for kids to put in their lunch boxes.
but i just looked up at the clock and its 1:31am and she hasnt come over.
she txted that she wasnt coming over, but who trusts modern technology?
but here it is super late, so i put on my slippers and make my way downstairs to the pantry and eye some sun chips.
and as i down em i realize that these arent that bad for ones breath.
the day had started so well. there was apple juice and sunlight.
a request for soul food breakfast, but alas it was packed.
and heres one thing i truly adore about my truest, shes really up for anything
drove past roscoes: too crowded. drove past lucy’s: too not nitetime
drove past this little soul food place – 1130am – and figured why not
which is my name backwards, but everyone forgets.
and the rest of the day just went down hill.
some days you peak at the apple juice.