why i don’t do drugs

i’ve mentioned before on here – several times i’m sure – that i’m sort of a foodie.

not the rich and knowledgable kind.  i can’t tell you much about truffle oil or where the best foi gras can be found.  but i do enjoy food, and eating, and the process, flavors and experiences that go with all things food.  well…maybe not ALL things food.  it’s likely i wouldn’t enjoy prison food too much, even if it HAD truffle oil in it, which i doubt it does.

anyway, i’d much prefer to be having this today:  as it is overcast and breezy out, and seems like an ideal lunch for today.

but i would be happy with this as well

because i am happy to eat Mexican food any day of the week.  and sometimes more often than that.  however, what i would NOT like for lunch is the topic of this post.  i heard from my sister last night that a man was found in Florida, eating the face off another man, while he was still alive.  now, i’m not implying that this man was also a foodie, and wanting to sample other delicacies he had not heretofore attempted.

he was, apparently, on drugs, and i guess got the munchies and didn’t have enough change on him to pick up a snack.  seeing as how he was NAKED and all.  and while i find it unappetizing to be munching on someone’s face, i am also perplexed about his clothing selection at this time, and why he felt it necessary to be in the buff for this situation.

but this is why i do not do drugs.  at least other than opiates.  because while i might find some men handsome enough, and i might kiss them with a fervor that LOOKS like i’m eating them up, i don’t actually wish to consume anyone.  it’s a personal choice.   cannibalism; not cannibalism.  maybe it’s a degree, like homosexuality.  some people are gay, some people are homophobic, and others fall in the middle somewhere.

so maybe: some people are vegans, some people are cannibals, and i would rather eat Jimmy John’s.

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About denelle

writer. artist. ponderer.

Posted on June 5, 2012, in kooky, mess of life, outside the box, the dark side and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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