It’s not too often that I am stimulated to the point of laying down my thoughts on paper, for there are only a few things in this world that can do that for me right now. A beautiful brown-eyed, free-spirited woman will do it…Standing in centerfield with a half a pint of tequila fueling my nerves under a star lit sky with the bases loaded is a great start…Having a near death experience, spinning out a car on the main avenue at a hundred and twenty will get my mind cranking a bit…Hell, I’ll even put prison on the list…But let me tell you, nothing, and I mean NOTHING, can fuel my mind like the spectacle that is lounging in front of my eyes right now. This my friends, is what institutes storms that brew future paths for matrimonial odysseys…this my friends, is perfection.

A lot of people propagandize me as a foolish bum incapable of succeeding past the point of societies standards. These are the people that run for cover when it rains and thrive on the stories of madmen to entertain their souls. I am not one to judge, I just happen to be the jester in this metaphoric tale.

My senses are not deceived, they are absorbed by the craftsmanship of true genius. This majestic paradise broadcasts controlled chaos at it’s finest. Exactly seven hundred and fourteen days and nights have passed since chance and opportunity merged to create this miracle. What we have here is the definition of destiny and the gateway to love…this is how dreams come true.

The real inspiration came from a time long ago, through the twists and quarrels of the last twenty six years of my life. It is what layered this electrifying piece of edible delight with the same grace as fairytales. Each garnishment was delicately placed like Cinderella’s glass slipper upon her foot on the night that changed her life forever. The array of species of calibrated sliced delicacies would overwhelm even the greatest and most complex of connoisseurs not ready for liberating ecstasy. Every detail was carefully designed to impress even the souls of the living dead in the deepest darkest depths of purgatory. Thirteen cubes acted as the fuel to freshen down the pop that would expedite the sensation from the taste bud to the soul with every everlasting bite. The seeds of the past bloomed, blossomed and blessed this masterpiece with flavors representing the same proportionality as truth’s involvement in love. Every bite escalated in satisfaction until that final orgasmic morsel redefined my existence forever. Seven hundred and fourteen days and nights is what separated me from the beginning to end, as one momentous action signified the start of a new era.

As all chapters have endings, I am not surprised this one occurred when it did, for I am an optimistic dreamer who is prepared for anything…But I will say this…my vision did not start with just a mere sandwich…it started with nothing less then freedom, and nothing more then love. It started with nothing, and I am glad it did.

By Mickey Snickers