Today, I dined on a can of Vienna snausages, a tin of fish steaks in Louisiana hot sauce, a Slim Jim of questionable age, a Snickers bar that looked to have survived a nuclear attack, and a bag of crumbs that at one time, were a bag of Famous Amos cookies.
At least the beer I washed it down with was fresh.


ed Hostess blueberry pie. It reminded me too much of a swollen tick that had fallen off a dog and been stepped on twice. 


