Dilemmas of a Cancer Indian Trapped in the City

Well, from at least me anyways. I won’t lie to you though, I am really craving some fucken turkey. That might be one of my favorite foods to eat is turkey. Aint nothing like a turkey sandwich. Not the fuck deli meat kind either. I mean the actual turkey with some cranberry sauce on that bitch, I use to have bacon on it and make it a club. That shit is magical as fuck. Like, ahhh, I have 3 pieces of chicken breast pulled out unthawing in my fridge from Saturday. So I’m a cook that and have one for tomorrow for lunch. Hopefully the price of turkey’s drop tomorrow.  So i can buy a couple birds for something cheap. You ever see how they make, well not make, raise christmas or holiday turkeys. Damn, it is disturbing it’s up there with Veal. But fuck, like a veal lover, I love the taste. I am terrible. I wonder what bars around my house are sellign a turkey lunch or dinner for like 6 bucks, I could do that; as long as they give me some whole wheat bun to fuck with. I don’t know why I am so full of thoughts lately. But I am and wanna express myself. Bless. I’m a go cut my hair and shave now, feeling scruffy, my part-white side is coming in and I got some stubbly facial hair.