Assortment and a 5th Grade Dream

A bowl of Beef flavored Ramen soup, a piece of pizza I forgot that I didn't finished from about a week ago, six chicken nuggets (with barbecue sauce), an Oatmeal Cream Pie with three-times as much cream in it, and a cellophane wrapped cinnamon roll, I found in the back of the cupboard.This was my dinner tonight. Never have I had such a sad, stupid, stubborn little meal. An overall tone of colors and hues one finds in desert drab, sickened me and called to me at the same time. "Eat me. Eat me, you thumb-bumping, never-good-at-any-sports-ever boy." Maybe it was 5th grade Matthew pushing to be known again. "You'll always get picked last and ignored in gym. You will always lose in four-square. Do not ever play basketball again, seriously. Love is not made of sand and plenty of gravel, Matthew. You cannot spray racism away, Matthew. And Matthew, dumping cola all over the teacher's grade book really was your fault...But, I accept you in my deliciousness of all that in unholy."