So I was on my way back from this show and it was pretty good and I pregamed because fuck paying for drinks but the venue is kinda famous for their strong drinks so like 3/4 of the way though I was at risk of sobering up so I was like "fuck it, let's see if the rumors are true", and shit they were, ordered a rum and coke and it was basically a tall ass glass of rum and I'm not complaining or anything but I wasn't walking fully straight on my way out. So on my way home I saw this mcdonalds the stop where I usually get off, I had known about it for a while but never went partly because I'm poor but mostly because I try not to eat total shit but like I said I was kinda drunk and that sounded pretty good so I hopped off and went in because what's the point if you can't eat shitty food sometimes right? So I order a double cheese burger, large fries, and a drink. Basic bitch kinda meal but w/e. But as I was eating it, holy shit, it was like the best thing I had ever experienced what the fuck. Like I remember mcdonalds as a kid but it wasn't anything like this, this was the sensation of sex and glory and the sweetest vengeance all rolled into a single billion calorie meal.
As I was sitting there eating those fries and burger and that ambrosiatic liquer called cocacola I asked myself if anything could be as worthwhile as that experience and I realized I didn't have an answer. For like $7 I had one of the most intense sensations of pleasure in my life. Like, I'm a person who defines myself by what I want to do, like I normally have a strong sense that I'm doing something important with my life and the reward for any sacrificed pleasures will eventually balance the scales but fuck, minimum wage fuckers can eat McD's. I realize my position will probably change when I'm throwing this food up, but at least temporarily my entire life outlook has been flipped by fast fucking food. God damnit.
