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September 22, 2008
One of my memories of family dinners involved getting full on cube steak, but still having half a dozen bites left over. I wanted to go outside and play or run through the bushes with my friend Steve. Today, rinsing the chili meat again for Wendys, I smelled that same cube steak. All the different jobs I've had as a teenager, particularly in the fast food business, must soon end, forever, along with many of the redundant emotions I am a slave to today--but only if I can concentrate and eat those last few bites, shaved in A1 steak sauce.