whoa am i full. after a long hard day at work i went to the thai restaurant located by where i am currently living and ordered some kind of sweet and sour dish with tofu that came with rice and came in a metal try that you have to bend the edges out to remove the plastic lid and made me think about the time i had ordered something similar from the same place and bent the lid back and cut my thumb and so i put a band aid on the thumb and probably saved my own life but anyway i totally scarfed everything down and really tried to eat as much as i possibly could while reading a new yorker article about somebody's democratic agenda but the reason i was so hungry was that i ate an early lunch because i wanted to have a cigarette and was multi tasking but only had four dollars in my wallet so ended up with two hot dogs and a doctor pepper at eleven in the morning and figured what the heck so now about seven fourty three and eight hours later i ate again but also i was late in eating because i went to the museum after work because i was in the neighborhood and on fridays its free and i wanted to see the exhibit on dada and hey i did but it was sitting in a plastic chair watching a dada movie that was playing in the museum and with my head resting against the wall i closed my eyes and realized how hungry i was and how little i wanted to sit through that crazy film while deep inside my hunger raged stronger than any dada film i had ever seen