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A lot of the wonderful moments in my life have occured what many people might consider to be less-than-savory locations (the lockable bathroom on the top floor of Eliot Hall, the front seat of a car parked by the train tracks at 2am, sitting in the tiny breakfast joint hungover as fuck) but I think most of them have been in fairly ordinary places (in my livingroom, in the pool hall, at the bar, at a nice restraunt, at the beach). Until recently, though, I'd never really took much notice of where these things happened.

Suddenly, I found my life to be very meaningful and real while I was standing in a McDonald's parking lot.

It was so weird.