Hugo at the Chicken Shack

by Scott Smith

I’m watching Lost via iTunes (Robinson said this one wasn’t too bad).

They flashback to Hugo winning the lottery (I’m pretty sure I’ll be on the island any day now), and he buys a fried chicken join in Diamond Bar, California. Hey, that’s where my first six years were spent. And, yes, if I won the lottery, I’d be buying up Popeye’s franchises by the sixteen piece box — the simile doesn’t really work, but Popeye’s doesn’t have buckets.

I’ve been thinking on what I am passionate about? What should I do with my life? Who would ever think a declining drama on ABC would open my eyes so wide.