Freshman year after that scorched sun we stopped.
I remembered walking in the store drenched, parched and also I wanted to scream.
I wanted to drop that heavy bag on my back.
Instead we were sheltered in a cold aisle.
I do believe I was in between the snack aisle and the dairy aisle. I thought it was paradise.
It was one of those coldest places besides being inside the freezer stocking ice creams and microwaveable dinners.
I think that’s when I first saw those bread-food filling thingies at that aisle.
I do believe I was recommended to eat those but it was enough compared to a paper-thin hamburger sandwich where the cheese was as thin as copy paper and the chicken Styrofoam.
I did my best of course to stop every chance I got to-after all Subway and Winn-Dixie was across the street too.
That’s where I also met my bus friend on the way to his construction back then.
I don’t know or recall who I introduced myself first into.
Sophomore year still scorched from hell-that was school.
That was an interesting year.
I remembered walking alone at times because my brother had been picked up and left me out to walk.
I remembered giving the finger to people who were on their school busses because I was riding on a cooler bus-the city bus.
I remembered walking in the store drenched because it rained a bucketful and suddenly stopped.
I still went to that same aisle to scour my food with Pepsi.
I remembered bringing my sub sandwich in which I hadn’t opened and one of the managers said, “No outside food or drinks. Keep it somewhere I don’t see or throw it away.
I kept it in my bag and still ate it after I left because I needed to get my bread-filling food thingy.
Junior year, I frequented my visits since we moved.
I recognize that another had opened across my neighborhood.
Though frequent visits I was still from hell scorched but some of my friends had
taken me under in their cars.
I still visited it, the same aisle, the same food but different people.
I realized there that the five people I saw had left that place.
However, luck can be a factor also location was also there too. I preferred luck.
I found them across the street I was thankful and still am today.
I still came in drenched, sweating buckets this time but I had a smile to forward that I was happy.
There the numbers increased from five until it became eight.
Out of eight one left I think and one quit I think.
There was another one who also quit and I knew.
He hated me seeing buy the Pepsis and wanted me to get Cokes instead.
I wanted to spite him out of it because I knew it would make his day just to see me laugh at it.
Senior year I rushed it home as best as I can from friends.
I was still scorched from hell if I don’t get the ride.
I walked about forty minutes from school to where it was.
Honestly, I could’ve taken the buses or ran it-twenty pounds at that point
was nothing to me at that point.
I was drenched still from the rains or the runs I made myself to do.
I was still thrown a bucket of water on top of me because I walked that day too.
However, there was an interesting routine I took in the morning.
Six o’clock or maybe five fifty in the morning after dropped off, I snuck out of school.
I walked that trail path for fifteen minutes and I always chose to run it even if it was fifty or forty degrees in the morning. I always loved that cold breeze because I screamed for joy at it. Crazy right?
I walked back and I was five minutes before the bell rang before school started or sometimes I still had half an hour. I bought different foods to “diversify the diet” in which I don’t even keep up.
These days, I seem to be happy just walking in there.
I am not scorched but my legs feel always the fact that I want to be there.
I can be drenched if I walked under the rain but at the same time I’ll toss that shirt and dry myself.
There from the eight I first met the numbers decreased to five but at the same time it increased that altogether there are eleven of them today.
I am thankful that I met them! *Points finger out to the sky*
I stopped eating that bread-filling food thingy from the aisles but these days maybe I’ll buy one.
Cravings are nice after all.
However, I got a new craving, those wafer sticks. I call them pixie-coated sticks.
I still buy the Pepsis!
Starbucks are on the menu also but Pepsis give me the sugar rushes.
I suppose this is what you could call the home away from home feeling but I’m happy
I stopped there freshman year and bought that bread-filling food thingy at that snack aisle.
I’m happy and thankful to be there and that’s what it mattered right?
As the commercials say back then, “It may not be the perfect place but it is a place to (be)…” followed by a segment of either you want your photographs taken or whatever occasion it was.
I remembered walking in the store drenched, parched and also I wanted to scream.
I wanted to drop that heavy bag on my back.
Instead we were sheltered in a cold aisle.
I do believe I was in between the snack aisle and the dairy aisle. I thought it was paradise.
It was one of those coldest places besides being inside the freezer stocking ice creams and microwaveable dinners.
I think that’s when I first saw those bread-food filling thingies at that aisle.
I do believe I was recommended to eat those but it was enough compared to a paper-thin hamburger sandwich where the cheese was as thin as copy paper and the chicken Styrofoam.
I did my best of course to stop every chance I got to-after all Subway and Winn-Dixie was across the street too.
That’s where I also met my bus friend on the way to his construction back then.
I don’t know or recall who I introduced myself first into.
Sophomore year still scorched from hell-that was school.
That was an interesting year.
I remembered walking alone at times because my brother had been picked up and left me out to walk.
I remembered giving the finger to people who were on their school busses because I was riding on a cooler bus-the city bus.
I remembered walking in the store drenched because it rained a bucketful and suddenly stopped.
I still went to that same aisle to scour my food with Pepsi.
I remembered bringing my sub sandwich in which I hadn’t opened and one of the managers said, “No outside food or drinks. Keep it somewhere I don’t see or throw it away.
I kept it in my bag and still ate it after I left because I needed to get my bread-filling food thingy.
Junior year, I frequented my visits since we moved.
I recognize that another had opened across my neighborhood.
Though frequent visits I was still from hell scorched but some of my friends had
taken me under in their cars.
I still visited it, the same aisle, the same food but different people.
I realized there that the five people I saw had left that place.
However, luck can be a factor also location was also there too. I preferred luck.
I found them across the street I was thankful and still am today.
I still came in drenched, sweating buckets this time but I had a smile to forward that I was happy.
There the numbers increased from five until it became eight.
Out of eight one left I think and one quit I think.
There was another one who also quit and I knew.
He hated me seeing buy the Pepsis and wanted me to get Cokes instead.
I wanted to spite him out of it because I knew it would make his day just to see me laugh at it.
Senior year I rushed it home as best as I can from friends.
I was still scorched from hell if I don’t get the ride.
I walked about forty minutes from school to where it was.
Honestly, I could’ve taken the buses or ran it-twenty pounds at that point
was nothing to me at that point.
I was drenched still from the rains or the runs I made myself to do.
I was still thrown a bucket of water on top of me because I walked that day too.
However, there was an interesting routine I took in the morning.
Six o’clock or maybe five fifty in the morning after dropped off, I snuck out of school.
I walked that trail path for fifteen minutes and I always chose to run it even if it was fifty or forty degrees in the morning. I always loved that cold breeze because I screamed for joy at it. Crazy right?
I walked back and I was five minutes before the bell rang before school started or sometimes I still had half an hour. I bought different foods to “diversify the diet” in which I don’t even keep up.
These days, I seem to be happy just walking in there.
I am not scorched but my legs feel always the fact that I want to be there.
I can be drenched if I walked under the rain but at the same time I’ll toss that shirt and dry myself.
There from the eight I first met the numbers decreased to five but at the same time it increased that altogether there are eleven of them today.
I am thankful that I met them! *Points finger out to the sky*
I stopped eating that bread-filling food thingy from the aisles but these days maybe I’ll buy one.
Cravings are nice after all.
However, I got a new craving, those wafer sticks. I call them pixie-coated sticks.
I still buy the Pepsis!
Starbucks are on the menu also but Pepsis give me the sugar rushes.
I suppose this is what you could call the home away from home feeling but I’m happy
I stopped there freshman year and bought that bread-filling food thingy at that snack aisle.
I’m happy and thankful to be there and that’s what it mattered right?
As the commercials say back then, “It may not be the perfect place but it is a place to (be)…” followed by a segment of either you want your photographs taken or whatever occasion it was.
©Emmanuel Fabic
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