Tom arose at the crack of dawn. He bolted outside to see if Jimmy had left a message. Yes! And the saucer of Hamm’s was bone dry.
Respond to the phrase: Soul Kitchen
P.S. Leave out an ink pad and more Hamm’s please.
Soul Kitchen? Tom had heard it before…somewhere…
He thought. He waited. He typed: The cupboard’s bare in America.
Jimmy read Tom’s message at sunset while chomping a magic mushroom like Bugs Bunny fisting a carrot.
He nodded his striped head in agreement with Tom’s response. Indeed, the cupboard of America’s Soul Kitchen was bare. So was the pantry. Not a single expired can of pork and beans or tin of Spam.