Monday, August 11, 2008

A Side of Death - An Exaggeration

Do you ever get an ominous feeling when you go to a restaurant? Like your life depends on you not eating there? The violins from Psycho play in your head as they slide the food onto your table?

That's how hungry I was today that I ignored that feeling.

Restaurant's a bit generous. It was a food shack, which is one step away from being a food cart only by virtue of it being cemented to the ground. Service so mean the staff is likely add you to the menu. It's not a matter of whether or not they'll spit in your food. It's a matter of how many and in what order.

But I skipped breakfast and I was starving.

This may be my last blog.

Avenge me.

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