STRING 05: Sunny-side up

It is an indisputable fact of life that no matter how the parents try to put a leash on their child's neck (and have it changed every other week), there will come a time that that the child will grow his fangs and bite, even the hand that feeds him. No I am not referring to myself, but to my brother. It's always been the same case. Breakfast had been sort of spoiled, for both of my parents, that is. Had it been me in the collision, I wouldn't have eaten, which would probably be tragic since I am always in the mood for good food especially upon waking up. I engaged in munching on my hotdog-filled-Spanish bread with catsup and mayo. Not bad at all.