This morning, while I was taking my last final online, my roommate came in and brought me the cruelest piece of joy. You see, she brought me a limeade. Which reminds me of Sonic. Which is like a little piece of Oklahoma. Which reminds me of my mom, because she always used to take us to the Sonic Drive-in and buy Route 44 Cherry Limeades during Happy Hour. But that was when I was young, without a care in the world.Now I am old. And I don’t drink Cherry Limeades because I’m poor.