“Whatever, man, it’s out of our hands now. Let’s go get a taco.”
Tacos were becoming a bigger part in his life by the day. Not just eating them either. It had expanded to taking the long way to work so he could drive by his favorite taco stand. He started drawing tacos on everything he could, however crude they may look. Arts were never his specialty. He even started calling people taco, so much so that he was beginning to forget peoples real name.
“Again? We had tacos yesterday. And the day before that you showed up with a taco for breakfast. At 9am. It didn’t even have eggs in it. It was just a straight taco. Are you okay?”
Shit. He knew too much. He knows about about the taco obsession. Quick, distract him with some natural small talk.
“Whatever happened to that girl who dumped you the day before your mom died? Did she get that boob job she always wanted?”
Captain Yellow Shirt 