  Taste Like Ya Mama's I'm on the Shrimp Po Boy Farewell Tour of New Orleans... Seriously, I'm out of control.
Barbequed oysters wrapped in bacon at Eric & Becky's birthday party? Pile 'em on. A double helping of Red Velvet Cake? Who am I to say no! I can't say no to food. And since I'm not working I decided not to splurge on a gym membership these last few weeks.
It's not pretty. But it is damn tasty. There's this place I've avoided. Laughed at the signs, and the prices, as I drove by, but forced myself never to stop. Had to keep that figure. But the other day I thought, I'm leaving, what the hell...and now the seal is broken. My friends, the Devil lives at urlLink Chicken Box . Home of the 1000 Pieces. Yes, 1,000 pieces of chicken for $299. Mostly, though, I just get the 5 pieces for $1.99. It's baaaaad. I crave the grease, the crispy skin. Last night, at around midnight (Chicken Box is open 24 hours), I snuck out with the dog, ostensibly for a walk, but ended up in the car driving for Satan's Li'l Snack.
I felt dirty, like I was driving to a meth lab for a fix. Dex almost lost his life by getting his nose a little to close to my chicken. I want it again tonight. Please, please get me out of the South. 
