In the kitchen today:

Inflated coffee beans, waxy sheen, yielding and soft, flawed, and as addictive as any other misfit to society. Trendy, aren't they? A thin chocolate mask on the outside, like an emo kid, with the same old blah blah peanut inside. They said they were different.

Just a peanut!

Crushed, tormented, like a bean burrito in the middle of the highway, and just as appetizing. You have one reflex: revulsion. Appearing to be a bean, but upon closer inspection, it could be ham or some sort of sausage. (Though after Devlin's taste test, it was really a piece of chicken)

In the front office:

A symbol of corporate prosperity across from symbols of recycling. The common man's rat nest with failed movies, puzzle pieces, note boards, and his shining monument to what he wishes he could one day be: the Pepsi machine. Like mixing zucchini and strawberries, this office leaves a confusing taste in your mouth. It's a good thing it is made to be walked through, not lived in. It has the feel of a fast food restaraunt's lobby. Yeah, you can be here, but why? Move along. The bathroom is for paying customers only.

In the cafeteria:

The big empty room where there is not activity enough for it to be worth the money it took to build. Hollow and fake, like Devlin's ............................................ Jeep. If only this had a better location, it would be alive. A pet store located in an alley would have a better chance at traffic. This is as empty and devoid of life as OCHS's prom. If only it had a fountain. And mature loiterers.

In the playground of CDC:

All the rust and background noise of an inner-city playground. Staging ground and veteran of 7 gang wars, 2 games of tag, and one roll of caution tape around the merry-go-round. Deemed hazardous and rightly so with it's 10 gallons of lead-based paint over asbestos slides and bars. You never can tell when the place might suddenly combust. Dig under the swings and you'll find the fallout shelter. Stagnant water and raw rats to eat. Life is good. Have to keep those children safe -- Cold War style.

Smoker's elongated pit (or ditch):

We must love to smoke. No hastily snubbed butts for us. All the way to the filter. Clean, finished, done. Wait, are we describing cigarette butts or the future well-being of our heavy smokers?