Final Fantasy

8) It is a sunny California day and I am sitting on the trunk of the old red Stangster, which is parked at the end of a road which meets the beach. In my hand is a hot In N Out burger (double-double, skip the onions and tomato, add ketchup), and resting on the trunk lid at my side are a tray of crispy fries, a couple of paper napkins, and cool glass of water leaving a dark ring on the otherwise faded paint. A light wind blows, the ocean sparkles, and I enjoy my meal.
Goodness how I miss those times. And what I wouldn't do for an In N Out burger right now...