Mark Fullmer

It was straight across from the only McDonalds in town. I don't know. Maybe that's why...

Painted like a lego building, bright brick reds and everything. Even a faux pseudo Asian roof thing over the counter, also brick red. Really, lego-like.

I'm the only customer in the whole place.

The waitress, Hispanic, big boned, had a sad look on her face, or like she was very very tired about something. This man--the owner? her boyfriend? her pimp?--was leaning hard on that counter, talking to her. I thought he was going to lean there the whole time, never turn to face me.

Imagine! an unplanned dinner with your entire five-headed nuclear family, a conversation that ranges from Smothers Brothers comedy to Chichi-jima POWs to Pol Pot to the meaning of "a rolling stone gathers no moss" -- your::::::family!

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