Wrong, But Right
Sure some things are wrong. Like blowing off work to go to the fair. Especially when a holday already shortened the week, and you’ve been procrastinating on a writing gig. But then, like a deep fried twinkie, you take that first bite or ride that first roller coaster, and all the moral doubts and guilt just melt away. Unlike that stuff on the inside of my arteries that will be with me forever.
I can hear the gears of California justice grinding to a halt all the way out here…
Those are the arteries leading to my heart.
I couldn’t get to the deep fried twinkie right away because I had my feedbag full of deep fried zuchinni, deep fried onions and deep fried chicken strips. The arteries are now slammed shut.
Yum. WANT!