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There are times when I eat a piece of friend and drink a glass of water for dinner.
Damn, basically eating trash.
I worked at a bagel shop once and we would throw out hundreds of bagels every day. They're perfectly fine to eat, it's just that the bagels didn't have any preservatives, so if we waited to try and sell them the next day they would be stale. If you went out to the dumpster right after we closed, you could get a bunch of bagels and just put them in freezer bags and store them in your freezer and they would be good for months.
The night my 15 years old died I had some oatmeal for dinner. It wasn't bad, but I had to force myself to eat something while I couldn't stop bawling. It was pretty terrible![]()
It was a 79 cent chicken fried steak microwave Banquet meal that came with a brownie. I was very depressed at the time, and after finishing the entree, all the time anticipating the brownie, it fell on the carpet. And I cried.
Damn, basically eating trash.
Just after the short period while I was homeless in my twenties (when I also ate out of a dumpster) I got the shittiest, most awful apartment imaginable. Crack dealer on one side of me, prostitute on the other.
I was working as a night shift security guard at Holiday Inn. I was also starving, because the apartment had taken all of my money and I couldn't afford to buy real food.
So I stole a can of chili from Holiday Inn. And when I say a can of chili, I mean an industrial sized can of chili. It was bigger than my head. I ate that for the next two weeks. For every meal.
By the time I reached the end of the giant can of chili, the act of eating it nearly made me throw up. Fortunately, shortly thereafter, I started to get my money on lockdown, and began eating Ramen and hot dogs, like every other broke ass twenty year old.
But I will never forget that chili.
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The night your what?
Holy cow, lol. My dog!Your 15 year old...? :/ My condolences.
I grabbed a hot pocket out of the vending machine. There was a line to the microwave, and I had to get some reading in before my next class, so I walked out without heating it. It was too frozen to eat, so I put it in my pocket to thaw while I read. Over the next 30 minutes, bit by bit, as pieces of it became soft enough for me to bite off, I ate a frozen hot pocket. And that was my meal.
Let's hear your sad meal/meals.
(For clarity: I've eaten chicken heads, chicken feet, dog, and balut. Those were gross and exotic, but they were not sad. Sad is what we need.)
Holy cow, lol. My dog!
Just after the short period while I was homeless in my twenties (when I also ate out of a dumpster) I got the shittiest, most awful apartment imaginable. Crack dealer on one side of me, prostitute on the other.
I was working as a night shift security guard at Holiday Inn. I was also starving, because the apartment had taken all of my money and I couldn't afford to buy real food.
So I stole a can of chili from Holiday Inn. And when I say a can of chili, I mean an industrial sized can of chili. It was bigger than my head. I ate that for the next two weeks. For every meal.
By the time I reached the end of the giant can of chili, the act of eating it nearly made me throw up. Fortunately, shortly thereafter, I started to get my money on lockdown, and began eating Ramen and hot dogs, like every other broke ass twenty year old.
But I will never forget that chili.
Holy cow, lol. My dog!
One time I had no food in the apartment so I ate a handful of Tums out of the medicine cabinet to stave off hunger for a few hours until I could go shopping the next day.