They were free. There was a mistake in the kitchen so Cheto, the counter dude, gave'em to us. He said they were gonna throw'em away if we didn't take'em. Mingo tried to tell me that the burgers would spoil our dinner and that mom would get mad at us but I pretended like I was gonna sock him in the mouth so he laid off.
I ate two and so did Mingo. We sat on the shady side of the Burger Shack and watched the rich white kids do donuts in their Chevy's and Mustangs.
"I'm too full to walk home," complained Mingo.
I felt the same way but I wasn't going to tell him. I acted cool but also I was thirsty because we only had money for one coke.
"You're not a real man. Paul Newman ate all those eggs the other night on that movie. He's muy macho," I told Mingo.
He gave me a stupid look so I hit him in the arm. It was getting close to dinner time so I told him we had to run back home.
At dinner Mingo thew up on his plate.