I am lying; I did not in fact have a martini for breakfast this morning. I did, however have something far more intoxicating: a slice of pumpkin pie.
This got me thinking.
The last time I had pie for breakfast (cherry pie that time, to be specific), I was standing alone in a parking lot at 5 am. It was the beginning of terrible, but great things.
I cannot help but think that that slice of pumpkin pie may have been an omen.
Watch out.
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