It was always the second bite for Roger. The second bite was his sweet reminder that there is more to the meal and that there will be more just like that. Roger never ate anything that ended after two bites. So he took the second chomp out of his fourth pork Bahn Mi with his eyes on the third bite.
He considered seeing a doctor about his weight but thought the better of it after giving himself an honest assessment between bites. The doctor would just tell him that he needed to lose weight immediately. That he was morbidly obese or just near it. He would put Roger on an exercise regiment, recommend he see a nutritionist and maybe prescribe an appetite suppressor. Roger could do all this himself and save the co-pay.
But Roger knew that the difference between himself and other fat guys was that he didn't want to lose weight. He didn't want to stop eating his favorites to get healthy all so he can buy a whole new wardrobe and open himself to a new league of women. Roger preferred to stay fat, fuck ugly women and die sooner. An honest, satisfying, shorter - but not short - life. Roger was 55, after all. Anything beyond this was bonus.
So Roger came down hard on the last of his forth Bahn Mi and considered a fifth. He had it in him, but decided against. Instead the view from the window showed a McDonald's promotion; Big Mac. 2 for $4.00. Roger thought about it.
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