One could say that I am prone to two kinds of heart trouble: the breaking kind and the attacking kind. The former usually comes with the latter. Against my better judgment, I find myself drawn to a certain type of woman who plays fast and easy with her virtue and my arteries. I know I should be ashamed of my conduct in the drive-thru lane—all the countless "quickies" between sales calls, but alas, I am a man who cannot control his appetites be it for a filly or a filet-o-fish.
Tasty!
ReplyDeleteNice work! Is this you or the guy in the collage speaking, or both?
ReplyDeleteThis is the guy in the story speaking. I just like writing stories about guys who are fools for bad relationships. I favor my wife and don't eat at fast food places (though I do love all kinds of small dive restaurants). I lost my taste for fast food hamburgers more than a decade ago after reading an exposé in Granta titled, Anatomy of a Hamburger. Between the antibiotics,growth hormone and offal going into commercial hamburgers, I figured I was better off just not eating them. Yesterday, I rode my bicycle to a nearby McDonald's and pulled a bag out of the trash can for the background.
ReplyDeleteFabulous, as always! Great use of garbage for the background.
ReplyDeleteI really love this one but it reminds me of my gastro challenges a little too much. Ugh!
ReplyDeleteI agree. Fast food is really foul and no good for the planet and people. I couldn't bear to watch parts of the film "Fast Food Nation".
ReplyDeleteI'm right there with you on this one, Great collage!
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