Martin Fierro Is a Rather Nice Guy

Have you ever found yourself in a really uncomfortable situation? Like walking into a really fancy restaurant dressed in a tee shirt and not having enough cash to pay for an appetizer? I have. In fact, some would say I have found myself in that exact situation.

A while ago, my friend Shorts and her long-time boyfriend broke up. She went through a slight phase where she was slightly depressed. This could not last. If you know Shorts at all, she is very peppy, very giddy, and just an all around fun girl. So when she is upset, it is not fun.

Shorts and I. This time we decided to eat inside our budget and chose BK...
And my lips look retarded...Crap. That's offensive isn't it? Let's try that again:
And my lips look retarded. (does drawing a line through it make it appropriate?)

Egypt and Fast Food

This is a story about me and my best friend. I do not wish to name my best friend because the people who know him already know this story and I do not wish to attach his name to my blog in any way. Best friend will probably be brought up again in later posts so lets name him Egypt for purposes of establishing him as a person. 

Egypt and I were playing on our high school basketball team together junior year. (no, I did not play my senior year, yes I was the best player on the team) It was not long into the season that we had developed a pre-game ritual with each other whenever there was a home game. Before every home game, Egypt and I would go to the local fast food joint (again, I don't want to name it, but if you really must know, there is a song about it owning a rural piece of land and knowing vowels) and take turns paying. We would always order the exact same thing: two chicken sandwiches (plain) and a medium SuperWater. (once more, avoiding a brand name. Just know it looks like water but tastes like carbonated heaven)

(once again I am protecting myself by censoring the name/logo of the restaurant)