I
solved this problem by betting people that I would eat disgusting combinations
of food on my peanut butter and jelly sandwich, if they gave me their
milk. And I did. Chips, green beans, macaroni and cheese, meat
loaf, peppers…whatever their limited minds would suggest. I look back now, and I’m thankful that nobody
suggested the dead roach in the corner with the dust hanging off its legs.
An in-depth, and let's face it scary, look at how I think and observe the world. I've often been called weird. But what is normal, really? Maybe I'm normal, and all of you are weird.
Wednesday, March 21, 2018
Black Market Milk
When
I was in elementary school, I took my lunch almost every day. The only thing I bought at school was
chocolate milk to go with my food. I had
a pre-paid milk card that was good for one dinky carton of milk a day. There was no way that that one carton was
going to satiate my thirst, so I used to make trades and craft deals for other
people’s milk. Then the problem became
that I was hungry all the time, because I didn’t have enough food.
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