The taco joint

The taco joint was closed. Saturday afternoon, and the fucking place was closed.

'What kind of place closes for the weekends??' I thought.

I was really in the mood for their burritos, which I haven't eaten in a long time.

'What kind of taco joint closes for the weekends? There's just something not right with that.' I grumble, light a cigarette, and walk away dejected.

'I should be in Mexico again.' I think to myself.

'There was a good time. And cheap food. Cheap everything.'

'Yeah, Mexico'

'Damn.'