When I left the shop, I turned right, and I cut through the synagogue parking lot, and I ended up at the highway, where I waited until I could dash across, first to the median, and then to the other side.This is simple and deep.Once we got to the Western Highway we started to see the mountains to the south.I-lay there wondering why a big rig was driving into the neighborhood at that time of night and then I thought it sounded more like a train.I-eventually found a booth selling simple foods, including fried chicken.They acquire this as a habit and this is most important.