What the Hell was I Thinking?

July 1, 2025

Dear 10pm snack, you have valiantly proven once again that I am no longer a young man. Long gone are the days of going to the diner for cheese fries and gravy after a long night of drinking. Or how about those glorious nights back in the 90's when McDonalds would have those Chicken Mcnugget deals for the 20-peice boxes? I can't remember the exact cost, but I know it was cheap enough to get a half a dozen of them between the gang and I and our minimum wage salaries ($5.25 an hour before taxes!).

The best were the late night Dominoes pizza orders where they would ask, "would you like that delivered to the front door, or the barn in the back?" Yes, you may find it odd that a pizza afficionado such as myself would be caught dead eating such shit pizza...but any port in a storm as they say. After a dozen beers does it really matter? Besides, they would deliver to the barn in the backyard. How shady was that? And how cool was that? A different time I suppose, a simpler time.

Well, I hope that next time I get the grand idea to have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a bag of chips and a tall glass of cold milk right before bed, I will remember the horrid night I just experienced. Who am I kidding, I won't. Besides, it was awesome. Totally worth the pain and suffering. Come to think of it, I haven't had cheese fries and gravy in years...Oh man, I'm getting ideas!

That ain't gonna sit well. Who gives a shit? I'm in!