After the game, we went to the restaurant where my favorite (and only) burger in town is located. It’s the old school kind with grainy black and white images. I climbed out of the car, not so excited to clean the vomit off Morgen's shoe that he'd stepped in. A sign was taped to the bathroom door outside: Out of order. The blue gray paper towels were wetted and inside the room was dark as a starless night. I read the sign again. Someone wrote in purple ink, Please open again soon. Another in red marker, We need you! I left and whispered, Don’t leave throw up on the road . . .
