So this morning, around 12:30am, I got hungry fighting the urge to smoke. It was one of the hardest thing to do, I felt as if I had a strong restless urge to do something. The itch was eating away from me. I went to the fridge to scope for some food but no snacks were available. Instead there was a case of Heineken beer. I normally don't like Heineken but it was that or nothing. Half way through the can I got hungry. So I drove down the street to get some wings at the diamond plaza!

Chatted with the dude working there, he was chill. I was talking trash about this stupid city. Boy I wish it would just rip itself apart. This conformist city that is populated by a majority of imitation bourgeoisie.

Hurray!@ my dinner snack!

When I ordered the chicken, the clerk offered me the menu to choose from a list that had names for the type of acid that will come out of my ass the next morning. It ranged from mild "basic" original spicy, extra spicy, and kamikaza "which i had a week ago". SO i got myself extra spicy, wasn't too bad but I did sweat when it came down to the last two wings in there bathing in hot sauce left at the bottom of the container. The good thing about extra spicy is that it did not hurt too bad, and I got to spend about 20min of paid work time sitting on the throne.

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