Look, I realize that this sounds like self mythologizing but I’m awake at 6am on Saturday because I have a horrendous stomach ache from consuming: —Snickers Bar — 7/11 Cinnamon roll —7/11 egg salad sanwich —an obscene amount of milano cookies and a couple of dubious chunks of a meat product called “steak bites.” I had to walk out of my hotel room, go across the street and into the 7/11 where I bundled all of these items up in my arms and waited, dead eyed, braless, and in PJamas for the Pakistani to ring me up. I remember at one point putting the cinnamon roll down on the counter and the young black guy next to me saying “hey, you shouldn’t do that” and held the roll for me while I ravaged my pockets for money. I snatched that fucking roll of out his hands like it was encrusted with diamonds. Blood diamonds. OH MY GOD I FEEL AWFUL.

Look, I realize that this sounds like self mythologizing but I’m awake at 6am on Saturday because I have a horrendous stomach ache from consuming:

—Snickers Bar

— 7/11 Cinnamon roll

—7/11 egg salad sanwich

—an obscene amount of milano cookies and a couple of dubious chunks of a meat product called “steak bites.”

I had to walk out of my hotel room, go across the street and into the 7/11 where I bundled all of these items up in my arms and waited, dead eyed, braless, and in PJamas for the Pakistani to ring me up. I remember at one point putting the cinnamon roll down on the counter and the young black guy next to me saying “hey, you shouldn’t do that” and held the roll for me while I ravaged my pockets for money.

I snatched that fucking roll of out his hands like it was encrusted with diamonds. Blood diamonds.

OH MY GOD I FEEL AWFUL.

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