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Good Lord Have Pity On Me -I'm a Junk Food Junky One day out of the week, I fail. I go out to a bar seeking conversation and hopefully companionship but end-up looking through the bottom of the bottle. Last night was the night. With my judgment impaired and needing some lovin�, but did it have to be you? After two drinks at Happy Hour then driving home, I saw the golden arches. Instantly, there was some sort of chemical dependency reaction established from years of abuse from visiting the �Clown�, my pusher known as MacRonald. With his years of prodding, I indulged on salt, french fries deep-friend in bubbling beef fat and ground moo-cows served on a bun that created a junk food addiction. It couldn�t have been the two beers that caused the car to steer into Mac Ronald�s parking lot and to the �drive-thru� window: causing me to order the left side of the menu. Obviously and without a doubt, in order to correctly place blame, it must have been the years of dependency that began in childhood and up until a year or so ago where I was a closet junky hooked on the burger pushed by the Clown -- first with Joyful Meals. Then as I grew older, the Clown whispered in a jazzy voice, �The 'Hot' stays hot, the 'Cool' stays cool," as he pimped the new alternative, Mic Leens. Being a sheep herded and tended by Madison Avenue, I wanted to be 'hip and cool' and this became my new drug of choice, my new crack, but not as quite good as the ole standbys. It was a fad. Soon after, the Clown enticed me with salads disguised as shakes, grilled chicken sandwiches loaded with Mayo and, most recently, with fresh deli sandwiches � all nearly equal in fat, the secret chemical ingredient to hook y�a. Even with my new clean and sober, low-fat, healthy lifestyle, last night I didn�t stand a chance against my �Dealer�, Mac Ronald, because he lurks at nearly every street corner waiting for a vulnerable moment such as this. This morning, I hate myself because last night, I sought lovin� from a greasy Pounder with Cheese, fries and a sugary, caffeinated Coke. The whorish, "Dollar Trick Menu" was too inviting and easy, �Throw in a Mac Chicky as well!� On the family room floor, I sat with a dog to each side patiently waiting for a contact high by a fry tossed in their direction. How can I look myself in the mirror after all those miles I�ve run to get into shape? As I rub my eyes waking from the haze, there is the realization that I, in fact, ate tawdry foods. I didn�t imagine it, nor dreamt it. Last night with my guilty pleasure indulged, evidence remained of a grease, stained paper bag and hamburger wrappers strewn about the room, like used condoms and clothes on the ground after a sweaty, sexual encounter with a homely woman picked-up in bar whose cheap, perfumed body leaves oily stains upon the wall. Someday, I�ll figure how to add music clips to my journal but for now, I�m reminded of the 1976 Larry Grocce hit, �Junk Food Junky�. If you have the time, search for it on the net for a quick listen. Written by Larry Grocce: �You know I love that organic cooking Oh, but at night I stake out my strong box Yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr Natural Well, at lunchtime you can always find me Ah, but when that clock strikes midnight Oh yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr. Natural My friends down at the commune Oh, folks but lately I have been spotted In the daytime I'm Mr Natural fuck you. - 07-02-08 A new blog - 04-13-08 New site: The Running Bob - 03-16-08 Tax Man Encourages Hobbies? - 03-11-08 ,060106_6.html,Good Lord Have Pity On Me -I'm a Junk Food Junky,01-06-06> |