The Day the Town Smelled Brown

Today smelled like hash browns,
I noticed it while driving.
Today smelled like hash browns.

The air smelled of hash browns,
maybe there was a spill.
The air smelled of hash browns.

The town was covered in hash browns,
they exploded across the sky.
The town was covered in hash browns.

There's only one problem with hash browns,
only one issue worth loathing.
There's only one problem with hash browns:
No one likes wearing them as clothing.

-a poem by Nathaniel Carroll

In all seriousness, I'm pretty sure Waffle House or Denny's blew up this morning. As I drove to school, I decided to take advantage of the beautiful day and drive with my windows down: first mistake.

Second mistake: I turned onto Chestnut Expressway instead of continuing North on National Avenue. This pointed me right in the path of the smell.

Mistake #3: I do not like hash browns very much, nor do I wish to smell them or smell of them at school.

They pretty much ruined the whole town. I'm afraid to go driving again. It could very well smell of grits, which I hate.

xoxo,
nathaniel