It was late. I was buzzed and it seemed like a good idea at the time. There was the flier there on the shelf that I subconsciously hadn’t thrown into the recycle. I knew somehow that I would eventually give in to the siren call of grease. The place is fine. It is your standard fried food in Styrofoam. It is oh so deliciously wrong and good that night,. The next morning you shower twice, you brush your teeth and gargle, avoiding your own judging gaze in the mirror. You hate yourself for what you did when you had sworn you’d never give in to those temptations again and you swear not to call again — but you will.