Well it’s no surprise that things just straight up fucking suck right now. I, for one, don’t have a shit in the way of “a plan”. Me and the other Deadbeat Dads of America are desperately scrambling to find ways to get by. Retirement plans are for people with “careers” and “dreams”. Stock Options? Sick Leave? Benefits? To people like me “benefits” are things that only come with good female friends and lots of hooch. The unfortunate reality for most of us is a lifetime of meaningless toil, capped off with grim death and frosted with a pottersville burial.
This is my 401K:
It’s not very responsible, and it sure as shit isn’t very smart, but at the moment it’s all the hope I have in the world of living a life of leisure.
Anyways, enough about my financial problems. I doubt the three assholes who read this blog regularly, logged on to stare at physical proof of my financial ruin and failure as a man.
Back to the issue at hand. EATing strEAT mEAT in the hEAT
23rd and Park
26th and Park
28th and Park
Offering such fine cuisine as:
Quite Frankly, It's HAM
These conveyances represent about a fifth of the food wagons, sandwiched within a 10 block stretch of road, near my office each and every day. They get out there at the asscrack of dawn selling egg sandwiches, bagels, coffee, muffins and donuts to the working stiffs of Park Avenue South. By the early afternoon they seamlessly transition over to hamburgers, gyros, tacos, halal, fried chicken, etc.
Sure there’s no seats, no bathrooms, no metal utensils, hell the fucking food is sub-par at best, but it’s CHEAP. And these days CHEAP is the name of the game Jane. Long past are the days of Madison Avenue offices emptying out to the nearest eatery for midday martinis, steak tartares and oysters on the half shell. Sadly, that’s all over…. Now we walk 12 feet from the building, buy a 3 dollar burrito and turn our horribly depressed asses around and walk right the fuck back in again. Lunch never tastes as good as when you’re eating at your desk, I can sarcastically tell you that much my friends.
Personally I don’t much go in for the street food. Sure I’ll have the occasional “dirty water” hotdog, which will usually result in crippling diarrhea and/or a tape worm longer than the Tehachapi Loop. But either way I’m burning calories and that’s alright by me.
– Mike James
And This Is My America? 