Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Cormac McCarthy Yummy Lunch!
The Monz walked down the road. Dust and darkness surrounded him. He looked up at a sign. Was it a resturaunt, on the road, he used to frequent? Once its proud owner boasted "Los Volcanes." Monz stood on the road. The sign on the window mocked his memory with its cold, transcendent message: "For Rent." Seeking solace in tradition, he walked back on the road to the County Street Cafe and ordered cheese pizza and a caffeine free Diet Coke.
The Monz walked down the road. Dust and darkness surrounded him. He looked up at a sign. Was it a resturaunt, on the road, he used to frequent? Once its proud owner boasted "Los Volcanes." Monz stood on the road. The sign on the window mocked his memory with its cold, transcendent message: "For Rent." Seeking solace in tradition, he walked back on the road to the County Street Cafe and ordered cheese pizza and a caffeine free Diet Coke.
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