"Hey Krissy, how's your burrito?" my loud-mouthed friend asked. It was all that I could wish for, a gorgeous summer day eating a scrumptious bean and cheese burrito at my favorite place, Nicos, a petite Mexican restaurant located in Carmel Valley.
"It's okay." I mumbled as I secretly tried to conceal the fact that it was delicious, the best burrito I have ever tasted. Like a vulture, I was devouring my prey so that no one else could have a portion of my sacred burrito.
Staring at the dull off-white walls, I glimpsed at a homeless man, whose appearance, vulgar and unpleasant, made him stan…
