I feel these little dudes so much. Its like when you’re shit faced at night and order delivery food. Trying to stay awake for the delivery man but your body just wants to shut down. Trying to take a few more bites before you’re officially unconscious. Drunken hunger vs. drunken exhaustion – who will prevail?
In New Orleans this past weekend I had about 60 Krystal burgers over the course of 3 nights. Woke up every morning covered in those mini-burger cardboard boxes like I built myself a goddam fort before passing out. Clothes on, TV on, the wonderful aroma of steamed burgers in the air and covered in debris from a Bourbon Street White Castle. Not far off from being covered head to toe in spaghetti when you wake up from your nap.