Johnny Cheeseburger
By Eliza Jordan | gargoyle@flagler.edu
My foot was heavy on the gas pedal as I complained about the cost of heart-worm medicine. Why though? So stupid and selfish — this medicine allows my dog to live.
I thumped my fingers one by one to the beat of the melodies blaring from my car. I drifted back onto US1 as the craving of caffeine crept up on me. Coffee coffee coffee.