Fast Food Is Fast Medicine
(I’m 16 years old and I am am getting in the car with my dad, to leave my basketball game.)
Dad: “Hey. I have a headache, and we’re just going to go straight home. Is that okay?”
Me: “Okay.”
(We drive past his favorite fast food place.)
Me: “Hey, we should get some.”
(The car literally screeches into the parking lot and my life flashes in front of my eyes.)
Dad: “For my headache.”
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