It was my Freshman year of High School. During the time of strange purgatory between seasons, a humid, but still chilly mess.
Basketball practice was finally over and now me and my brother would have to fend for ourselves dinner wise tonight...
Protein Veggies
Build YourBurrito
It wasn’t a hard choice, as we had many times before gone to the Chipotle Mexican Grill in nearby Portage, Indiana.
With the heat cranked in the car and my body wrapped in layers, a pair of sweatpants, my jacket and sweatshirt, I fought to stay conscious
As we’d arrived my drowsiness was all encompassing, my eyelids often falling over my eyes as we stood in line for our order. The heat of the restaurant beat down on me, contrasting to the cold of the outside to a wild degree.
All the sounds of the busy restaurant were drowned out by the overwhelming pulsing in my head. The world was growing darker as my vision was fading. Had I locked my knees? Had I caught some disease? Was I really just that tired? No matter the reason,
As I fell my body ached, heart raced, did I really even realize what was truly happening, as though as I had taken a step forward and the whole world gave out from underneath me. But as I fell the world quickly returned… Not the cold ground, but the hard, wooden corner of a Chipotle Mexican Grill chair, slamming into my stubble covered chin. Blood spurted from the gash, soaking the olive green of my sweatshirt, forever shedding onto the fabric. ..
Ever as the reminder of that night… The night that I fell in the Portage, Indiana Chipotle Mexican Grill…
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