October 31st. 2017 by Patrick Starks
Part 2: Happy Halloween!
It was December 25th, 1996—Christmas morning. The room was bright, filled with jolliness, but cold for a day in Texas as the chattering of teeth surrounded the table. But to warm things up, Mom had cooked the family her famous blueberry pancakes with chocolate chip, as it was accompanied by her renowned homemade maple syrup. Yet, through it all, through the heavenly mountain of gluttony my face would nose dive towards, without hesitation, I’d work my way to the bacon, then to the sausage, and around the eggs, as I was never fond of the gooey substance. And I’d repeat the same cycle again, begging for another plate, begging for larger arteries, giving me second wind only to consume more. Continue reading