The sushi bar's green plastic carousel travels around the counter to deliver food to patrons. Rush Limbaugh is to my left, pounding on the counter, making my order of tempura deep fried shrimp and yam slices jump and leap towards me to the rock music of "Barracuda". Someday, I'd like to meet the person that writes my early morning dreams.
Cartoon and dream sketched in February.
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