The smell of toasted chiles paraded through the kitchen then moved on to the rest of the place. Remember working there for two years...Busboy bursting with muscles. Chips and spices hung heavy in the air. We ate so much guacamole, we nearly burst. Cinnamon churros at sunset. Now he sees the slow morning ritual of his roommate pouring granola and berries all over the place. Fresh air through the open window all night long. He said he feels like he lives in a hamster cage, the whole of which he doesn't mind as long as he's not working anymore.
