Remus had no idea where the weed had come from. Josh had showed up at his doorstep with a huge grin on his face. next thing Remus knew, they were on the roof smoking the dopest dope he had ever smoked. And there had been some potent marijuana in vietnam.
"Dude, I'm hungry as fuck!"
"I could eat a cow."
"don't be ridiculous, there aren't any cows in this city!"
Josh laughed, and Remus grinned. they were walking down a street. headed somewhere. it was looking more and more like that somewhere was gonna turn out to be a restaurant establishment.
It was. they had no idea what restaurant they were in, but the waiter had a funny voice and the menu had pictures.
"What can i get you fellers to drink?"
"can i just get, like, a drink?"
"..water.." rasped Remus.
the waiter chuckled and walked off. Remus and Josh looked at each other and giggled.
The ordering of the food didn't go much smoother, but they managed to place their orders. When the waiter brought out the food, it was a magical moment. Trumpets announced the arrival of the cavalry; the war raging in Remus's stomach could finally end. Joshua wept.
"here ya'll go. hold up a second and i'll bring ya'll some syrup."
by the time the waiter brought out the syrup, the waffles were already half gone. the arrival of the syrup induced more tears from josh, but Remus didn't even notice. The buttery waffle had his full attention.
"Oh shit that was so good."
"i know man, you should have put some syrup on it, it made it like ten times better."
"i don't think i could have handled it if it was any better man."
then the waiter arrived with the rest of the all star specials.
"oh shit i forgot about all this other shit!"
The pair dug into the eggs scrambled with cheese and hashbrowns scattered and smothered with renewed vigor. the only sound at the table for the next 5 minutes was the clinking of silverware and the groans and grunts from the men.
The bacon was next. it never stood a chance.
"dude."
"yeah man?"
"i'm so glad i ate that shit instead of a fucking cow."
"i know man."
On this particular trip to the diner, Ezekiel noticed two men who were most likely under the influence of drugs. He did everything in his power not to throw up as he watched these men gobble down their bacon, eggs, and cheese. Those poor pigs, chickens, and cows...
ReplyDeleteParking his motorcycle, taking off his helmet and grabbing the box on the back of the bike, he creeped towards the door of Dina's. Inside he was greeted by the smells of delicious diner food, Baba O'Riley playing on the speakers, and two men ravenously devouring their meals, earning a disgusted look and gag from the man wearing animal pelts in the booth next to them.
ReplyDelete"Paul sees those who have witnessed unspeakable things and yet their minds cannot help but find refuge in a place where they learn or do not learn, yet they welcome their sorrow along with their refuge. They see through this so-called hell and pull together to form something beautiful... different. It doesn't take much, once you cut through the swearing and the vulgarity to see that 2 friends enjoy themselves through their own means and besides... looking at himself now in the window, who is he to feel any more than they are?"
ReplyDeleteSometimes I can even see an old man through the doorway to the main room. He waved at me once when I ate a piece of chicken from the pot. I ate another one and he started to giggle and in a minute he was laughing on the floor. The manager had to through him out.
ReplyDeleteThe waiter comes to me but I notice a man on the streets. He stumbles onward into the building. Without noticing the strange man, the waiter recalls my attention to my order....The waiter recalls with a smile and strides toward the strange man muttering to himself the entire time. The smell of cigarettes and liquor entered my senses, this man had a troubled past. Either that or he was an alcoholic smoker. The prior could be problematic; there are many strange people.
ReplyDeleteI pause. "Well. See that old man over there, destroying his food? He's obviously high as nuts. Why in the world does he need to be high as nuts to enjoy himself? Why can't he just enjoy himself?"
ReplyDelete"Um."
Although I had already eaten when I entered the restaurant a waiter saw the damage to my face and offered me a complimentary meal. "on the house!"
ReplyDeleteI had a seat and looked around the room... I saw two guys sitting at the table across from me and they looked geeked out of their minds. Their eyes fiery red, and their giggling banter caused the waiter to chuckle.
In the middle of the Babushka's licking fest, a creepy old man was escorted past her table. Svetlana watched him intently. He smelled homeless, but looked clean enough. He was decieving. The Babushka furrowed her brows with distrust. Suddenly, she did not feel like completing her delicious pancake meal. She was too disgusted with American hygiene to eat anymore.
ReplyDeleteI could walk no further, and as my feet settled in place I raised my head to see an empty street before me. I slowly turned by head to peak at all that I had left behind. There was a Diner, its neon lights aglow. From where I stood I could make out two men seated at a table ravage plates of food. They inhaled the every morsel that was placed in front of them at a vile rate. I quickly turned from the sight to see the Soup Kitchen quite within reach
ReplyDeletetake a bite and its dry and tasteless, how can these men across the room enjoy such a disgusting piece of food.
ReplyDeleteI am done with this place i am done with these waffles fuck paying for this i already served my country what have they done.