𖤐LOWLIFE𖤐

Dan Stevens in The Guest (2014)

I ended up at a Wendy's. Wendy's wasn't on my mind. We happened to have cupons for a free frosty. Imagine that. A free frosty.

I ended up at a Wendy's and the interior was like the old portable classrooms at my elementary school, right before they got torn down, beige and scoured like the inside of an old pot, fixtures cracked and unbandaged. Dirty carpet crunched underfoot. I let my roommate order first.

I ended up at a Wendy's with five other souls. The lone blazed teenager behind the counter, my roommate, and two homeless people in the far corner. One was out like a light, sleeping peacefully. The other spent the meal glaring at nothing in particular. There was no music.

I ended up at a Wendy's seven dollars lighter. My fried chicken sandwich brought back memories. I remember learning that the company who provided my high school cafeteria lunches was the same company that provided lunches to the California prison system. It was like a memory of a chicken sandwich, distant, lukewarm, dewy.