But, coming out was another story. I coughed so damn hard, I was actually wishing that I wasn't a smoker. Why is it that those first few cigarettes in...the morning are so harsh? I can smoke all day without coughing one bit, but those morning cigarettes drive me crazy."I'll take two scrambled eggs, wheat toast, and some home fries." I said to the waitress after she asked if I was ready to order."What would you like to drink?" She asked."I'd like black coffee." I said as I handed her my menu."I'll. ‘I almost forgot,’ he said, hitting his head with the palm of his hand. ‘Ah, Miss Fran, you make me not able to think. Your dessert, it will be out in just a minute.’ ‘Dessert!’ Fran exclaimed. ‘I’m afraid if I eat anything else, I’ll burst.’ ‘Wait,’ Brian said. ‘You won’t be sorry.’ Dessert was a special concoction of some kind of heavenly yellow cake, fresh strawberries, and whipped cream that tasted different than any whipped cream Fran had ever eaten before. It had shredded almond chips. I had exactly six pairs of plain white cotton underpants, and since Mom washed on the sixth day, I had no choice but to wear all six of them. She would actually count the dirty clothes and what was still in the dresser draws. I had one pair of underpants that the elastic on both legs had broken. I hated that pair. Right after putting them on, they would slip easily into my young crack and be very uncomfortable, not to mention I always had to pay special attention on how I would sit in school or. If things were normal and I wasn't working, I'd have probably wanted to steal a car and get in on it. I looked over all of the cars to see if I could predict who'd win each race and also who I thought might win the whole thing. It was a tough decision because there were so many great cars. Who'd a thunk they had this many cool ass cars in this town? I saw a Chevelle SS that I'd have killed someone for. A Nissan 350 Z that was just beautiful, was lined up to race a Brand spanking new 2012 Dodge.