Fried Chicken, Seagulls, and a Bathrobe.

I hadn't seen my friend Nailea in eight years. One day we started Instant Messaging and arranged to meet when I came in from New York. The first thing we did after almost a decade of not seeing each other was order fried chicken from a sketchy corner store called Crown Fried Chicken. It was a nice day outside, so we plopped down on the sidewalk and feasted until we could feast no more. With so much food left over, we decided to lure in the hovering flock of seagulls above us and had ourselves a dandy old time.