Sometimes All You Crave is Fourth Meal

After not eating all day, I pregamed with a bottle of wine and a vodka soda. I don't remember the in-between at the bar, but I left around 5am. My feet hurt, so I took off my shoes and walked barefoot around New York City for about 7 blocks, where I happened to stumble upon a just-closed Taco Bell. I pounded on the door until an employee on his way home opened it for me. I insisted I would die if I didn't eat, walked into said Taco Bell (still barefoot) and ordered a quesadilla. I watched the disgruntled employee make me a quesadilla in the dark, ate the quesadilla, and walked home barefoot where pass-out was prompt and painless.

Sorry for partying.

-Anonymous
NYC