Superstition

Some things were hard not to be superstitious about. Like the time I went off to get a cigarette, then ended up with a weed gummy, and came back and only Austin was awake. So we split it and went on a walk. It was night in Memphis. We were extremely baked. We had one dollar which Austin began to snap between his hands. He said 'I kinda feel like getting some McDonald's. I just have a feeling about this McDonalds.' We went in and got a McDouble and before we could even order the one person inside who wasn’t an employee offered to order us whatever we wanted. Then he got us twice that much. On the road, some of us seemed to gain an almost preternatural sense for this kind of thing.