July 25

At Seven-Eleven they have a glass showcase that displays meat wieners doing the lumberjack roll on metal logs. They call them Big Bites and Super Big Bites and they swell up and turn brownish red and roll, roll, roll all day long under the heat lamp. They bead up just a little bit with sweat, not enough to relieve the internal pressure, just enough to make them look extra-unattractive. There is no way for them to hide from onlookers or the heat and yet they continue to roll. The average seven-eleven patron doesn't know when the hot dog's shelf life is up. Neither do the Big Bites.

It was one hundred thousand degrees today. And that, the above hot-dogged description, is what it feels like.