If you use your head, you won’t get fat even if you eat sweets.
— What's wrong with you?
— I'm miserable.
— You should go get something to eat.
Remember when I said I would eat you last? I lied.
Sandwich outdoors isn't a sandwich anymore. Tastes different than indoors, notice? Got more spice. Tastes like mint and pinesap. Does wonders for the appetite.
— We ordered the Joey Special.
— Two pizzas?
It was not all romantic. I did not have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends’ rooms, I returned coke bottles for 5 cents, to buy food and go for 7 miles across town every Sunday night, once a week to eat normally at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of, from what I’ve come across, following my curiosity and intuition, turned out to be priceless later.
— Right. I'm making freezer food to last until April. You know how the microwave works?
— It's a magnetron that converts electricity...
— No, no, no. Like on, off?
I can see that. A plate of brownies told me a limerick.
— Hannibal, confess. What is this divine-looking amuse-bouche?
— If I tell you, I'm afraid you won't even try it.