“I was so high on Sudafed and whiskey today that I couldn’t eat. I got a Coke -actually five Cokes, as I could refill for free. It’s times like this-dehydrated, exhausted, unable to imagine home-that your plastic seats, your quiet understandable room, set beside but not quite overlooking the source of real value, offer me a tragedy small enough to want to endure.”

– One of Joe Wenderoth’s Letters to Wendy’s.