A Bit Like This

Nearly every day after school when I was a kid, I would go over to my best friend Ashley’s house and go inside without knocking. Their kitchen was a galley-style affair, with black appliances and a side-by-side refrigerator before the days when those were even really popular. The refrigerator was closest to the entrance and [...]

Saw a dead rat in the Bojangle’s parking lot.

I mean, I still went inside and ate, what do I look like, a health inspector?