It’s A Rap (On The Floor)

A stop by Subway reminded me of the summer I ate for free there. A six-inch roasted chicken breast on Italian herbs and cheese bread with bacon, extra mayonnaise, and all the trimmings, please. How? Let’s say I didn’t say no to a roll of stamps from a kleptomaniac college friend that worked there. WasContinue reading “It’s A Rap (On The Floor)”