different day different lunch location
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edward w Pritchard
So many vacant buildings here in Detroit it would give me the Blues if it wasn't for the flash lunch phenomena that I am participating in.
Every day I am on the short list to get a text message to locate another vacant mystery building that me and those in the know will rush to at lunch hour to share a filthy room and cold stale food brought to us in brown paper bags from the central kitchen at the closed High school.
I don't have to remember anybody's names on the wait staff or who I share a table with and I don't have to fuss over the menu. This can't go on forever for the police and health department are becoming more competent in their efforts to us shut down.
Thirty days is a long time to be excited about lunch here in Detroit. Everyday, every day I have the blues. I always tip well and throw my trash in the receptacles.
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