Last night I had the worst sleep. I was so tired when I woke up, I had a lot of things that I needed to do for the day. Looking in the bathroom mirror I saw that one of my eyes was completely bloodshot. For some reason the only thing I could think of to motivate myself was to drive to the fuel station on the outskirts of town and get some fried chicken.
Arriving at the station, I got an energy drink from the fridge and went up to the counter. Xavier was serving me, he had a pony tail and acne. He asked me if I wanted anything else and I mumbled "three pieces of fried chicken please" pointing at the bain-marie. He couldn't hear me properly and clarified if I wanted five pieces of fried chicken. My mind quickly thought five was a good idea. I drove home at nine o'klock in the morning eating fried chicken and sipping energy drink while listening to Jadakiss' "We gonna make it" My mind thinks back to all my past lovers, I imagine them on Valentine's Day crying silent tears as they think of 'the one who got away'.
