Taco Bell, Midnight, Massive contempt for those around me
I only find myself at Taco Bell around midnight. Usually because it is the only thing open and I can't bring myself to heat that last can of Campbell's tomato soup. Stand in-line at Taco Bell around midnight and never will you hear more inane bullshit in your life. I don't get it. I stand in-line at a lot of places. The grocery store, the coffee shop, but what is it about Taco Bell. Tonight I was stuck between one group debating what Steve Perry did after Journey broke up and another discussing their plans for a gorilla vs. robot party. These are the situations that cause me to question choices I made in life. Did my father have to endure this when he was my age? Did Einstein, Ghandi? How did I get here and why do I keep coming back?