It’s 4am and the search for food has left me with nothing more
than a tuna fish snack pack made popular by campers and health food junkies
I think about the about the perplexity of self-contained packages of food
that has the ability to outlast any expiration date stamped on the label
not that I don’t like tuna, but its amazing that I can conjure up a tuna salad sandwich
out of a package that will survive a nuclear winter
and will probably be devoured by roaches
since they will be the only ones left alive
willing to eat a tuna fish snack pack @ 4am
that is still edible after its expiration date
The Emotional Delusions of a Mad Man
