Oh HELL No!

Anyone who tries to pull some sort of "don't worry I packed food!" bullshit on a road trip needs to immediately be not allowed anywhere said road trip. As the author of a snappy little debut novel that is supposed to be out on paperback any minute now if only the goddam cover art would finally be submitted correctly once brilliantly wrote:

“That day actually got worse: it was my birthday and we went to a Richmond Braves game, where my mother proudly announced she’d snuck food from home inside, meaning we didn’t have to waste money on hot dogs and nachos. Fucking hell.”