This was the result:

“Fat Chance”

I did tell one person.  God help me, he was a chocolate addict.  He just ate up all of my chocolate.  It was the special chocolate, from her.  But it wasn’t good for my protein diet.  So he had no choice but to eat fisher, regardless of his distaste for the taste. 

There’s no flavor soy sauce won’t render delectable. However, with all of that sodium, where else can one look in one’s quest for exceptional taste? The doctor said sodium was bad for you, something about heart problems or something else, I stopped listening to him halfway through, so I opened the refrigerator to look for some celery. The celery tasted bitter, so I looked for some blue cheese sauce.

The first thing I found in her house were bottles of Moet Chandon, so I did not hesitate, I gladly poured champagne and drank until midnight.  Unfortunately, champagne has a very strong effect on me, so upon trying to stand up, I nearly fell over.  We went through two of three bottles that night— to be honest, I don’t actually remember.  Sometimes I think it was all just a dream.  But illusions are by their nature sweet.  So I just went with it.  That’s how I ended up sitting in a pile of garbage bags on the corner of East 12th Street.