Photo by Girl with red hat on Unsplash Opening Statement I only ate steaks. It was Nelly Furtado and Timbaland, wind flipped through sunroof and washed hair, Jaeger dropped in soda pop. It was iced Dunkin’ and Red Stripe, single bed, educational strip club trips. It was nail artists and hair stylists opining on Red Lobster. It was toll roads and asphalt overpasses flung over churches of Scientology, steering in time to stay on sky bridge and not sing inevitability. It was newspapers piled on a porch.
