Cheesy Dreams of Burritos

You never went hungry at the Plymouth house. This living ruckus of a house blared shenanigans within a four block radius of cheap amenities. Ronald’s “Golden Arches” were less than a stone’s throw as well as a liquor store infested with the characters of its community, both serving their own desperation driven dollar menu. TaqueriaContinue reading “Cheesy Dreams of Burritos”