hitchhiked from Dover, New Hampshire to Washington, DC. The driver who was kind
enough to pick me up offered me his extra burger, because he was full already
after eating one. If you're wondering why I'm telling you all this, be patient.
So I ate
the burger -- what else could I do? -- and let me tell you, it was the most
disgusting burger I ever did have. And I'm not exaggerating, either.
was years ago, and by some nasty coincidence of fate, when I ordered my
sandwich from McSatan's Beastro yesterday, I noticed that the gentleman serving
me this fine culinary creation struck an uncanny resemblence to that very same
truck driver, and it brought me right back to that moment in time, the gristle
in my mouth and everything.
was I in for a surprise. My mind was saying, "Don't eat that shit, man,
don't you remember what happened last time?" But being a sucker for
meat--or a sucker of meat, to be exact--I bit anyway, and it was really quite
delicious. In fact I never would have expected such a good burger here at Black
Rock, even if the burger-flipper at Mickey S's hadn't reminded me of Dirk. That
was the truck driver's name, by the way.