16 Dec Excess, I Love You

As my time here comes to an end, I am preparing myself for the lengthy and horrific grieving process that shall begin upon my exeunt. Ill miss a frugal movie night with friends, where 1.50 can by you a bag of potato chips comparative to the size of conjoined twins, where you need a friend to sift through the innumerable sweet tea options and again need that friend to talk you down from the edge of purchasing a 2 foot turkey sub for 8 dollars. I’ll miss 5 litres of wine costing 4.99, I’ll long for 24 ounces of beer for 2 buckaroos, I’ll weep for cavernous shot glasses that you could bathe the aforementioned twins in. Ill tell tall tales of bodega opening hours, enabling breakfast for late dinner in the early morning. Ill yearn to yell “carnitas” at anyone, thinking myself bilingual. But most of all, I’ll miss an 80 pack of corn tortilla’s  getting me through a bout of insufficient funds, keeping me warm like the stove top that toasts it. Goodbye Excess, I love you.