Hey Panthers, this is day 29 of the new year. I’m thoroughly committed to my resolution- “Stop Settling for Bruxie’s”- but it’s so hard! I get out of my class in Doti and I’m hungry. What do I see? Bruxie! Walking out of Dodge and what’s right there? Bruxie! Leaving The Circle and what’s on the way back? FUCKING BRUXIE! It’s too convenient- like a temptress, she teases me with the smell of syrup and the promise of chicken. But my wallet can’t take it! How can I possibly afford my hoity-toity private school education if I’m blowing all of my parent’s money on a strategically placed fried chicken restaurant! I can’t believe I stooped low enough to be peer-pressured into giving a 30% tip to a guy with no shoes! Am I really gonna stand by while my friends with cars get to drive to Canes? How far have I fallen, just for some chicken (sometimes dry)? Well, not just any chicken- even if it makes me feel like a groungy little trash goblin, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, right? Fuck it, I need a Fold It!