You see, I was on my way to my dad’s house to get some much needed free morsels of deliciousness when I noticed that THE WHOLE DAMN SKY WAS FILLED WITH SMOKE. It then took me about 15 minutes to move 47 inches along the road in traffic to discover that both possible routes to the sustenance were closed.
So, the hate today is reserved for the brushfire that stands in the way between me and some food.
