Filled with pizza, too much soda and locally rented games.
Even still, as it was there still was an occasion
Sometimes, mostly on weeks when my dad had ideas that would engage us to toss away our pizza, and all our nintendo games
We would get chinese food.
And that was all the same to us as having a vacation We didn't have brains to think That it's ONLY chinese food.
That's not how we would think Me and my little, and my older brother would freak out at 6 at night When the mom and dad came home from errands with boxes written in a language we couldn't write.
All we were was indians. All I knew was stew We weren't dirt poor but even still Egg drop soup was something new.
Holy hell, i loved chow mein I smothered my riced with hot mustard Even though I was only nine, i knew was divinity was. It was eggrolls, fortunes cookies, and my newfound MSG buzz.