Bad Habits

To eat to satisfy hunger is to miss the pleasure of food. You can eat well only when you do not have to eat, but when you want to eat. Lamar typically likes to sit down to a plate of his finest grilled chicken breast. Not to stop his stomach from growling, but to get ready for complete satisfaction; at least until he had gone to the Habit. On a very windy night Lamar and roommate Rodney sat in their apartment. Both had been studying when the silence in the room was broken by the vicious growl of Rodney’s stomach. “Dude, my stomach hurts, I need to eat something” said Rodney.

“Me too, what are we going to eat?” said Lamar,

“Everything is frozen.. There’s no way we can thaw something out to eat tonight”

“I know but I don’t want to spend any money” said Rodney.

“I hear you on that one dude, I only have about ten bucks on me” said Lamar.

Again, the room is filled with complete silence then broken by the growling of both Lamar and Rodney’s stomachs. The two exchanged mutual cringes as the pain of hunger had struck their bodies like a lightening bolt.

“Let’s go to The Habit” said Lamar.

Rodney heaves a big sigh,“It’s kind of far, but I’m down” Rodney replied.

The two immediately head for the staircase, their RA tried to stop them in the hall however, nothing but the idea of food was going through their heads, the RA was not heard. Lamar opened the door, then the two roommates began on the walk up Plummer Street. Further down Plummer, walking did not seem like such a great idea anymore, there was almost no lighting; they could not see what was more than twenty feet ahead of them. The wind had blown violently, and knocked Rodney over.

After picking himself up off the dirty broken pavement Rodney felt a warm sensation rolling down...

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... heavy in the hand. The juice from the tomatoes quickly made the bread soggy inside. As Lamar took a huge bite, into his burger, before he could start chewing he instantly noticed a the meat was cold. The cheese on the burger melted to perfection, but none of that mattered. He pulled away from the burger noticing right away the meat was still pink!

Instead of justices cascading over his fingertips from the grease on his burger, Lamar had what seemed like the blood of uncooked meat running down his bottom lip with pink meat caught in between his teeth. With his left hand, Lamar rubbed his bottom lip and saw that his fingertips were covered in a very thin red substance. Lamar immediately started heaving, then ran out of the fast food restaurant. These days Lamar no longer cares for fast food, if you say you are hungry, he will happily say, “I’m fine with my beef ramen”