confession: The E True Hollywood story of Josh Cunningham, were it to be made, would reveal, on any given working night between the hours of 12:00 and 1:00 am, me in the throes of a paralyzingly gripping addiction. It's a vice that crushes every bit of resistance I try to throw at it, ever diminishing my confidence that I am in control of my life. I think I have a grip; I tell my self "never again" and bite my lower lip with seething determination only to fall victim to my pattern driven, masochistic ways. "Just a taste, just to level me out until morning, and then I'm cutting it off cold turkey," I tell my self right before drifting into a taste induced euphoric coma of flavor and delight...Let me introduce you to my struggle. Let me introduce you to the insidiously irresistible McDonald's double cheeseburger.
If there was a fast food infrastructure established 2000 years ago, there's no doubt in my mind that the double cheeseburger would have been sitting ring side for the last supper....or at least it would of been a close second to unleavened bread and wine as chosen by our Lord and Savior. Inside every "dcb" is a perfect congress of craft and character. Each one is pregnant with endorphin releasing flavor that draws the body into a rapturous event of ecstasy, made possible only by the working hands of the Mcdonald's late night shift staff. That might be the key. To receive the best product, you have to go after hours, where the undistracted and otherwise unbothered late night workers ( I can only imagine) sit diligently, perfecting their life craft, like DaVinci on the canvas, or Shakespear on the script, one bun on top of burger on top of burger on top of bun at a time. And I am there to give testimony to their efforts, to be a witness to the gluttonous yet virtuous? creation they call cheeseburger... and it is good.
Dear Diary,
... Last night the intervention happened. Everyone was there along with a man who I would find out is my new doctor. His name is Tom and it turns out he's a lifetime recovering Taco Bell 1/2 lb-cheesy-bean-and-rice-burrito addict! He's really nice and seems to understand me even though he was into a different franchise scene.
Things were awkward at first when I entered the house, I had just come in from another errant midnight run to the local Mickey D's. The bag was still in my hand and everything. No excuses to dig myself out of that hole but I think now that it was for the best. Tom and I talk a lot and he says I'm making great progress. I think I am too. I have to go now though, it's scrabble night in the lounge.
-josh
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