I woke up hungover and thought about meat for some reason while still laying in bed. The thought of meat made me disgusted and mad. I didn't want to even think about food. I knew I needed to eat this morning so I hopped in the car and started driving. I ended up at the market. I cannot come to the market without buying at least a pound of smokies! I just like saying the word "smokies". I used to work at a gas station and we sold the local brand "Mark's Fresh Smokies". Gas station work isn't for everyone but it does offer a lot of time to read, write, meditate, smoke weed by the dumpster etc... I read the ingredients one day for "Mark's Fresh Smokies" and the main ingredient: pork hearts. I thought that was weird at first. After a while, it made all of the sense in the world to me. Probably because I was hanging out by the dumpster too much and the many buttons on the register confused me.