Grisamentum A.
Yelp
Have you ever Mouth-Sexed a sandwich, before?
Yeah. Neither have I...
before today.
So the plan was, just get something small, like a Road Sandwich, so we could keep on truckin & not die from starvation.
Have you ever noticed that a plan is just a list of things that don't happen?
The Torta Milanesa...
Once you start eating, you're not gunna stop.
Then some time later, you'll wake up. Under a haze of confusion. Surrounded by bits of wrapper and styrofoam.
Your vision will be blurred. The car windows will be misted over from perspiration and breath.
Your belt unbuckled. Pants hang loose.
Sauce and drippings stain your fingers.
In your backseat, Napkins are littered, discarded, like so many used condoms or drive-through memorabilia.
You can't remember how long you've been parked here.
If a cop rolled up now, could you talk your way out of this; could this be explained away sans embarrassment?
The Avocado smeared over your mouth like lipstick stains?
The heavy kiss of salsa on your skin; a capsaicin burn of a hickey above your collar.
Don't let my mistake, be yours.
You need some privacy. You wanna get alone with this Torta.
My preference?
Head up to Make-Out Point. That's where you'll find be me.
Ssssteaming up some windows.