The guys in the hole in the wall in the lobby of where I work in Harlem make a mean egg and cheese on a roll. Peppered and toasted, the breakfast sandwich gives me the fuel to go through my current subbing gig. I ate half before class, and half after, biting into each morsel thinking about the day. Once back in Brooklyn, on a lark I buy Chinese food: General Tao's Chicken with brown rice. And I drink lots of water and even milk. Now, I am ready for bed and my belly hurts a bit. And I don't know if it is from the food or the subbing.
But more water helps. It is all I'm craving, anyway.
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