relapse.

i promised myself i'd be good, neighbors.
real talk.
i said i'd be responsible,
respectful,
mindful,
wary,
moderate,
and overall a very disciplined duder.
but then i saw the falafel stand,
and backslid into a fit of shark-gluttony
and ferocious all-devouring consumption activation.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
check the teleport:

F*ing right, b!tches.
that first bite?
oh.
my.
god.
it's like finding your best friend again,
and not really remembering why you stopped
hanging out in the first place.
moderation?
sure...
-
dear falafels,
i missed you so much.
i promise you, this time-
this time-
things will be different.
i've changed, things have changed,
it'll be better, i'll be better.
i love you.
                 xoxo,
                          albie
-
hahahahahaha.
........for about two flippin' seconds!
and then,
this sort of thing happens:

yuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
they just slide down so smoothly, y'all!
i am officially off the wagon.
chickpea tahini activation,
to eleven,
starting yesterday.
an eight-day falafel bender?
mmmmmm-hmmmmm.
sesame sauce and v.h.s.
(that's Very Hot Sauce for those of you who are new here)
but never ever weak sauce.
more of all of this.
that's all there ever is;
never quiet, never soft.....