Originally from here but live somewhere else now. Every time I come back though, I’m most excited to get a warm Nick’s burrito. More than seeing family, friends, the ocean, or feeling the salty air on my face, my heart yearns for a warm Nick’s burrito. It’s the only thing that feels right in such a crazy time in humanity’s history. Come what may, let the screens consume our lives and the AI take over. As long as I know that a warm Nick’s burrito will be waiting for me every time I come back to Los Al, I’ll be ok. My only wish is that nothing changes. I don’t wanna see a swiveling Square screen upon payment, I don’t want a revised menu, I don’t want an updated interior. I wanna go in, never be quite sure where to line up, have them tell me it’ll be a 30-minute wait, and for me to say, “that’s alright. No worries.” Because you can’t rush art and you can’t hurry love. Let the chorizo reduce and the potatoes fry. Take as long as you need. Cuz I’ll still be here, waiting for the sweet embrace of a warm Nick’s burrito.