...crave In-n-Out Burger. I remember that the only In-N-Out that was open was waaaaay the fuck across town and we bribed our driver into taking us there by offereing to buy him whatever the fuck he wanted. Homeboy practically pulled a U-ey in the middle of the street.
Boy, I'll tell you; nothing works up an appetite like shitty diapers! After Jord and Ross and home, Grant and I rushed off to get our In N Out Burger on. (If you remember correctly, I was introduced to the delicious In N Out phenomenon by LA transplant Kate Hill (but, you know, that was back before she went crazy and stopped talking to me).
