it started last night, 4 in the morning, a voice filtering over the mechanical foam, soaking up the flourescent lights, oozing apetite... "can i take your order?" this was the night i discovered the "supreme croissant" breakfast sandwich. cheese, ham, bacon, egg and a fold of grease sandwiched in flaky coissant: served twenty four hours. [fast. cheap. easy. brilliant.] how americanesque.
before returning to jack in the box for my nightly fix, i met the man who stole my pen. towering at 6 foot something, named after the convenience pastry with an immortal shelf life; twinky. he had my pen in his truck. no, not my pen,.. "the" pen. the pen that cost 20 cents in manufacturing but 3.50 on the shelf. the [only] pen i would write in my journal with, my most cryptic thoughts falling from the windowed barrel, coasting silently across the paper. i asked for my pen back... "what are you gonna give me for it?" i offered all i had, a dollar and a hug.. and the filthy bastard drove away with the pen in his truck.
[note to readers; do not steal from someone who is obsessive compulsive.]
before returning to jack in the box for my nightly fix, i met the man who stole my pen. towering at 6 foot something, named after the convenience pastry with an immortal shelf life; twinky. he had my pen in his truck. no, not my pen,.. "the" pen. the pen that cost 20 cents in manufacturing but 3.50 on the shelf. the [only] pen i would write in my journal with, my most cryptic thoughts falling from the windowed barrel, coasting silently across the paper. i asked for my pen back... "what are you gonna give me for it?" i offered all i had, a dollar and a hug.. and the filthy bastard drove away with the pen in his truck.
[note to readers; do not steal from someone who is obsessive compulsive.]
the supreme croissant sounds very very good.
i wish i still ate meat.
aah nuts.
you shall find another pen one day... i'm sure i've got one lying around somewhere you can have?
pat
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