Frank McGrath

Noi tekstit on kyllä aivan uskomattoman hyviä. Pääsee heti samoihin fiiliksiin, mitä itsellä on ollut jonkin tappotreenin yhteydessä. Se jokin, mikä pakottaa tekemään ne viimeiset toistot, spurtit, kilometrit tms. oikein huokuu niistä kirjoituksista. Pakko laittaa vähän pidempi sitaatti. Tällä kertaa tosin syömiseen liittyvä.

"Yesterday, when I was there (kaupassa), a new cashier rang me up, a pretty girl. Never seen her before. Anyway, as I’m unloading seven dozen egg cartons, she looks up, smiles, and asks me, 'Hey, you must like eggs, right?' Here it goes again. In my mind, it all comes back up... I'm thinking about how much I fucking hate eggs. Can’t fucking stand ‘em. How can she know that I boil a dozen every morning, remove the yolks and toss the whites back? At night, before I go to bed, the same thing? She can’t. She doesn’t know how hard it is to choke ‘em down, how they stick to my throat. On a couple occasions, I’ve even puked ‘em back up. When that happens, I gotta boil ‘em again, and start over. 'Yeah,' I tell her. 'I love 'em...' and return the smile. Like I said, this is not living to eat… And it fucking sucks."

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Frank McGrath