Dinner conversation

You ever have one of those nights where you finish your dinner of grilled cheese and leftover microwave lasagna, and wash it down with tap water because the bodega around the corner raised orange juice to $3.50 a jug? And then you smell sauteed onions and steak coming from the apartment upstairs? And you stare at the crumbs of off-brand cheese and stale bread on the paper plate you've re-used for the second day in a row and think to yourself: "Livin' the dream, baby. I'm livin' the dream." And then a single tear falls on the plate finally wetting it beyond re-usability and then you start laughing and laughing, and the world gets just a little bit darker at the edges of your vision. Yeah, one of those nights. I'm having one of those nights.