(FF) That smell reminds me of...

...early morning breakfast runs on the RJ. They either smelled so bad they made you heave, or smelled so good, you could eat a million of those damn breakfasts. The smell of bacon and artifical scrambled egg would cling to your clothes, fester in your hair. I catch a whiff of it from nowhere and it fills me with memories of carefree days when we used to have fun and banter. The days when life was easier.