I’m eating all the steak and baby-back ribs off my plate.

Tasting glory. I’ve remembered the flavor for a long time now. But is it too early or perhaps too cocky to celebrate?

A sip of my beverage – the victory gin.

Or based on occasion, the tears of the negative ones and demons.

A toast for the wars I’ll always and forever win.

A side of caesar salad and rolls.

Born ready to kick some ass, and it shows.

How do you stop my hunger?

I leave the scene speechless, but I’m inviting you to wonder

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