Eat

It's that feeling again. Heartquake. No hearts in the eyes, but bloodshot eyes from tireless nights. No butterflies in the stomach, but growling stomachs from involuntary fasting.

I still remember my first American meal - a Bic Mac combo. My uncle eased me into this strange meal by relating each item with Korean food. The burger was the rice, the french fries were the "banchan"(side dish), and the drink was the soup. Yeah, not sure if that all adds up, but nevertheless that got me hooked on what would become many years of addiction to illegal drugs in the form of happy meals. Then I upgraded to 39 cent cheeseburgers, Wednesday McNuggets, Friday fish filets, the dollar menu, and Monopoly stickers.

There was a week in college when I was so busy that I would have to skip meals or eat way later. Lunch at 6pm. Dinner at 1am. Self-imposed jet-lag. I remember wondering why I couldn't just eat 10 meals in one sitting and have it last for the next 3 days or so. Unfortunately (or fortunately) our bodies aren't built that way. Physically, biologically, it's what it is yo.

Daily Bread. Daily grind.

"And when the hills were caving in and the enemy was upon us
He made a way in the desert and brought us to the oasis."
- Someone I. Forgot

When I get to heaven the 4th question I'm asking God is if I can get a quick taste of that rain manna. And that quail. Deep-fried.