Eating to satisfy hunger means losing the pleasure of food. You can only eat well when you don't have to eat, but when you want to eat. Lamar usually likes to sit down to a plate of his best grilled chicken breast. Not to stop the rumbling of the stomach, but to prepare for complete satisfaction; at least until he moved on to the Suit. On a very windy night Lamar and roommate Rodney were sitting in their apartment. They were both studying when the silence in the room was broken by the ferocious growl of Rodney's stomach. “Man, my stomach hurts, I need to eat something,” Rodney said. "Me too, what will we eat?" said Lamar, "It's all frozen.. There's no way to defrost anything to eat tonight" "I know, but I don't want to spend money" said Rodney. “I hear you, man, I only got about ten dollars on me,” Lamar said. Once again, the room is filled with complete silence, then broken by the growl of Lamar and Rodney's stomachs. The two exchanged shudders as the hunger pain had hit their bodies like lightning. "Let's go to The Habit" said Rodney heaved a big sigh, "It's a little far away, but I'm down" Rodney replied. The two immediately head towards the stairs. their RA tried to stop them in the hall but nothing else crossed his mind other than the idea of ​​food, the RA was not heard, then the two roommates started walking down Plummer Street down in Plummer, walking no longer seemed like a great idea, there was almost no lighting; they couldn't see what was more than twenty feet in front of them. The wind had blown violently and knocked Rodney down from the dirty, cracked floor, Rodney felt a warm sensation roll down… to the center of the paper… heavy in his hand. The juice from the tomatoes quickly made the bread soggy inside. As Lamar took a big bite of his burger, before he could start chewing, he immediately noticed that the meat was cold. The cheese on the burger melted perfectly, but none of that mattered. He pulled away from the burger, immediately noticing that the meat was still pink! Instead of judges running down his fingertips from the hamburger grease, Lamar had what looked like raw meat blood running down his bottom lip with pink meat trapped between his teeth. With his left hand, Lamar rubbed his lower lip and saw that his fingertips were covered in a very thin red substance. Lamar immediately began retching, then ran out of the fast food restaurant. Nowadays Lamar doesn't care about fast food anymore, if you say you're hungry, he'll happily say, "I'm fine with my beef ramen".”