It was high time to fill the car and check out the under new ownership gyro shop. Good times. Adulthood is everythng I hoped it would be and more!

So as I'm passing through a busy section of Divorcee Acres I notice a young man crossing the road. This is an odd sight because no one really walks in DA. Even though they've got these lovely bike lanes and sidewalks you'll notice that they are rarely used for anything except fitness. Of course, fitness is a noble cause and should not be scoffed at but still, you'd think the fine folks of DA would incorporate fitness with daily activities. Me, I should take my own advice. But anyway, I'm getting sidetracked.

So this young man who is obviously not in the pursuit of fitness is crossing at a busy intersection. Over his shoulder is something, perhaps a coat or towel? But then my former WWF fandom comes in handy and I realize it's a belt, the sort that champions are awarded. From my car I can't tell much, but it doesn't look like a child's toy, and if it is then it's really nice, almost too nice for children to play with. I should note that this guy is also strutting. I know there are local wrestling leagues but why?

By the way, the new owners of the new gyro place are very friendly and the food is delicious. I know that gyros are the new vogue in fast food in these parts but usually it's tabouli free and loaded with way too much yogurt sauce or, worse yet, RANCH.

At any rate, I'm supposed to be writing a paper on citizen kane.