Yesterday, I had to eat the same sandwich for about 8 hours. It wasn’t some dare I was doing but for a shoot. And don’t get me wrong. It was a great sandwich. An Italian, with prosciutto, salami, and cappicola ham. Sundried tomatoes. Provolone. Lettuce. But still… it was too much. I used to laugh at people that worked at Baskin Robbins and say they got tired of eating ice cream. I used to work at Subway. I never got tired of subs. I was a lifeguard for 5 years. Still love pools.
But now I think I might have to take a break from the italian sandwich. It’s too much, too fast!
Similarly, my relationship with coffee was sullied from doing a play in college where I had to drink cups upon cups of black coffee. I also had to smoke streams of cigarettes. But I didn’t mind that because I was already smoking a pack a day. Plus you got free smokes! But the coffee was different. Because it’s on stage, it had to be cold or just merely warm, so you wouldn’t burn yourself. And more often than not, it was cold. A few nights into the run we figured out you could just use stale coke instead. But the damage was done. Not a big coffee fan anymore. Which sucks because out of all the things in life that are free, coffee is one of the things that is free the most.
Still, I have a feeling prosciutto and I will meet again and the meeting will be tender and emotional and we will forgive each other for all our past wrongs. And eat each other. Or at least, one of us will.
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