Harmon Crowe
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Baja Be Thy Blast
Baja Be Thy Blast The light at dawn from the inside of a Taco Bell is something far too few have had the privilege of experiencing. Quite similar to the fashion in which, say, the stained glass windows of Cathedral of Barcelona catch each ray of glorious refracted sunlight and shower it down on the congregation, the way red-tinted sunlight bleeds through the fingerprint-scarred windows staring out into the parking lot can really only fill you with a sense of hope for the future. After all, if you're anywhere near a Taco Bell at dawn, customer or employee, all your dreams probably came true. The Teenager, who wears an employee hat and shirt, is about to sit at his little cushioned booth to begrudgingly take his thirty minutes. He would rather be in the back, tending to The Creature, but his bones ache and his muscles burn with the fire of minimum wage employment.
By Harmon Crowe3 months ago in Humor