|From the buffet at KFC. I didn't go back (but I could have, easily).|
|Me and my big sin. Who does the Colonel look like?|
This stuff is not good for me. Ain't good for you, either. I know that. It is food for another species, not human kind, but I grew up with Southern Food and fried chicken is like a snuggle to mama's breast. It is the ultimate comfort--outside that breast. You can buy it for less than $10. All you can eat. The only breast you get for that price is a Perdue Farms breast.
Fortunately, my legendary discipline kicked in after one full plate and even though I could easily have eaten something close to my weight, I stopped, stood up, looked at my shoes to make sure I still had that view (the belly, you know), tossed the remainders--utensils, plate, bones--into the trash and smiled. I took a deep breath, got into Daisy, started her up and drove on, a happy man. Though slightly guilty.