I sit in class and stare absent-mindedly at Emo Ute. She looks so ugly today, as if she got an electric shock from a toaster. Her hair is standing up. So this is what happens when an Emo discovers hairspray...
She has been insisting on going to my place for two days to say hello to Diablo the ice block.
But of course, not as ugly as that pig Manuel is trying to woo - VSCO Girl Angela Merle. This Tik Tok girl has no idea what has happened the day before. Nobody knows - nobody knows that Boomer's burrito shack disappeared into posterity without a funeral or word of comfort. Only me and Manuel, the successors of the burritos, are aware of this new world.
I look at him. He looks emaciated. His eyes are sunken and his hands are clawing into an empty pack of chewing gum, a bit like withdrawal symptoms. This is kind of creepy...
The mood darkens when Mr. Julius Plato S. announces the death of the burrito stall.
"Dear sailors, yesterday one o' us went t' Valhalla. Arrrr, a truly beautiful battle. Wha' an honorary burrito scallywag Boomer had been. Well, dear crew, his store has capsized."
"Ohhh, but this is a ksksksksks catastrophe. The poor store! Save the burritos!!!!", says the VSCO girl, Angela Merle.
"Waaaaaaha" can be heard from the back row.
My words are stuck in my throat. I can't describe in words how painful the burrito joint's demise is. But I remain brave, because I have promised Manuel. No, I will defend the dignity of the burritos!
"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of a burrito joint, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of Mexican fast food or of the eating; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble to feast, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances." The First Amendment.
You want to know why I love burritos?
The burrito is a completely homemade dish. So many other foods are based on strange names, funny ingredients, pork you can identify with, or Christmas.
Not the burrito. The burrito is completely absurd. It is a generic dish in flat bread and an arbitrary method of celebrating the possession of two dollars. The first person who ate the burrito did not do so because they recognized it. The first person who ate the burrito did not do so because of a pre-existing fast-food format. The first person who ate the burrito chose a dish which was literally pulled out of the ether by mere human creativity and willpower.
The burrito is proof that humans can stare into the meaningless emptiness of eternity and impose their own meaning on it. I will always eat the burrito, my guys!
Julius Plato S. continues.
"You shall not cry, you are strong sailors,
'cept for Kaithleen, she's a weak dosser."
"I am righteously outraged, ye old fool,
Receive my succulent punches, bold buffoon."
Emo Ute starts to speak.
"Now, finish this farce I plead!
It's Diablo I want to see.
This request 's merely wee!"
Manuel stands up from his chair,
"Enough games, long I pull thy ear
turned white and pallid out of fear
when my maw arrives at your rear!"
I shout into the night,
"So do you want to fight
like a dog or noble knight?"
Misery in guise of Manuel,
"Galloo-galley, our heyday's here.
Rapture follows closely 'hind thy feet!"
Emo Ute and her book,
"Listen closely, children look!
Rescue's coming really soon!"
"But where? But where?", a choir's prayer.
"Patience, children.", Emo bewares.
"Oh, why'd you torment us so?
"Do not go wasting your woes!"
Ute slams the book together and opens a new one.
"2+3=7 9-0=9"
A math book… Goddamn curse.
Manuel starts to cry. That was probably all a bit too much. I grab his hand and pull him out of the class - during the lesson! 30 seconds later the bell rings.
"STOP!1!!1! I MUST SEE DIABLO!!!1",
Emo Ute screams and runs after us.
Not that crazy buckle. She is becoming more and more anti-emo day by day. I told her that Diablo hates emos, even though this boy is so hollow and empty that he literally doesn't like anything.