OD

I had two nice, thick, fatty brisket sandwiches this afternoon. Pickles, onions, squishy white bread, spicy bar-b-q sauce, the works. It was beautiful. But then I wandered around in a daze for a while and finally passed out for an hour and a half, dreaming about bike wrecks, plane crashes, and street detours. I guess I should follow up with a nice salad and about nine glasses of water before I end up with gout.