I'm eating a lot of McDonald's lately. Bad scene. My new meds kill my appetite so thoroughly and completely that it's one of the few things that ever sounds appetitizing to me. There's a McDonald's twenty paces from my apartment. It's filled with hobos and 14 year old kids. Also some old people who might or not be homeless but probably are because they're laying face down on the table and their tongue is sticking to their newspaper and there's no food on the table anywhere. And chubby businessmen who approach the counter like it's a video booth, eyes averted and a shame-ridden demeanor. Two bacon double cheeseburgers, that's all. When you say "that's all" at McDonalds it always sounds so dainty. "That's all because I am not a pig and a disgusting human being like the rest of you chattel in the line behind me." I'm sensing a break though. Last night it was cold and not as satisfying. McDonald's is one of those things you don't eat for forever, like months and months. Then you go on jags where you eat it all the time and then you realize you're just chasing the dragon, baby. It's never going to be as good as that first time back. I think I'm going back to dumplings. Or Annie's Macaroni and Cheese. The thing I like most about McDonald's is the ketchup. The ketchup is extraordinary.