I ate a hamburger today. I didn't want to, but the man I am seeing - Saul - he insisted. I enjoyed it but I spit it out even so. I didn't want Saul to know how much I liked hamburgers. Because I do. I really do. I eat them when I am sad. And when I am not as sad. Sometimes I put cheese on them, and when I have no cheese I put chips on them. Not American chips. French chips. Or English.
I am full from my hamburger. Not the one with Saul. I spit that one out. I ate two at home and I put cheese on both of them. I will have nightmares tonight. Meat makes me have nightmares. But the nightmares remind me of how fragile life is and they make me realize that if my life could end at any moment, I might as well enjoy the company of Saul, who is very boring. But it is better than being lonely before you die.
