sitting here in hefty burgers at midnight, I am convinced that I am eating the ultimate form of food . the buns are feathery soft
the touch but
in the hand and inside.as I take a full-mouth,no-nonsense bite,the and over my fingers and make little on the below. I and happily like a puppy at a food bowl,stopping occasionally to flush down the of with from that my nose. over at the grill, stealthily on to conquer the neighborhood,tuming hundreds of ordinary like me into drooling,stomach growling,fast-food addicts,who in from the night like the walking dead and the same order,time after time.