"When
your signature dish is hamburger in between a doughnut, and you've been
cheerfully selling this stuff knowing all along that you've got Type 2
Diabetes. ... It's in bad taste if nothing else."
Like most other little kids, all I wanted to do was eat junk food, play
video games and goof around with my friends. I didn’t like being made to
go to school, going to bed at 9 p.m., eating vegetables, doing homework
after school, or taking out the garbage. And like most other little
kids who don’t like abiding by the rules of their parents, I sometimes
fantasized about what it would be like to run away from home. But when I
packed my backpack full of clothes and individually-wrapped packs of
peanut butter crackers from the pantry, I could never go through with my
plan. I knew if I ran away, I’d be hungry, cold, lost, and eventually
found by the police and returned home.
Like most other little kids, all I wanted to do was eat junk food, play
video games and goof around with my friends. I didn’t like being made to
go to school, going to bed at 9 p.m., eating vegetables, doing homework
after school, or taking out the garbage. And like most other little
kids who don’t like abiding by the rules of their parents, I sometimes
fantasized about what it would be like to run away from home. But when I
packed my backpack full of clothes and individually-wrapped packs of
peanut butter crackers from the pantry, I could never go through with my
plan. I knew if I ran away, I’d be hungry, cold, lost, and eventually
found by the police and returned home.