Proxy Convict
Proxy Convict Authors name withheld by request It was great being 18. I could finally taste the freedom that was only a few years away. Driving back from my Friday night swim practice in my Mom's nissan, I felt on top of the world. I spotted the Wendy's I like and pulled into the parking lot. Since the drive-thru was backed up, I just parked and went in. Thankfully, I was able to get in and out fast with my dinner in hand. I was very hungry after the long workout. Walking...