young girl child: mommy, can we go to mcdonalds after this?
[child's sobs echo through the shower area]
i could hardly lather i was laughing so hard. i'm not sure why. probably because it was so easy for that mom to ruin her child's life and i had the pleasure of anonymously listening to it unfold.
all i know is that it stirred something in me: a deep craving for mcdonalds. i'm totally going tomorrow. because i can.
i used to get this same feeling when i woke up in the middle of the night and ate -- from the carton -- leftover chicken curry singapore from chef yee's. my only light the street lamp reflecting off the metallic paint-colored milk mustache of a huffer passed out in my lawn.
i'd snort, wipe my curry-stained hands on my pajama pants, drain a shot of cherry nyquil, belch my full name and head back to bed thinking: damn its good to be an adult.