Walking to work this morning a memory from high school randomly popped into my head. Some friends and I went to a nighttime screening of Candyman. I’m not sure I knew who Philip Glass was at the time, but I remember liking the music more than the movie. Afterwards, because it was the cool thing to do, we all went to a nearby Village Inn for a midnight snack. It was about the only thing open late in suburbia, aside from Denny’s and Blockbuster Video. Anyhow, I made the mistake of ordering a large side of hashbrowns and coffee. And nothing else. And further more, I smothered the hashbrowns in ketchup, after heavily salting them, and I drank the coffee black.  A few minutes later I dashed to the bathroom, and shortly after that I left and went home. Sick. I wasn’t one of the cool kids that night.