About two years ago, near the bottom of a four year depression, I ordered about a third off the menu of a Japanese place, had it delivered (~$90) and ate it (~2,700 calories) in one sitting (~7:30 - 9:00 p.m., Saturday night). I recall eating fried pork cutlet w/ curry over rice (Tonkatsu), a dozen gyoza, 2-3 spider rolls, a “party plate” of shrimp & vegetable tempura, chicken teriyaki bento box, and two deep fried soft shell crabs. Then, still unsatisfied and too lazy to slash my wrists, I went across the street to a convenience store manned by severe Muslims and bought a bag of Cheetos puffs and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s “Cherry Garcia,” which I, now on my couch watching a Law & Order: Special Victims Unit marathon, drunkenly ingested (I forgot to mention I also “downed” 1.5 bottle(s) of wine) while cursing the Republican party, God, and my father. And yet, I woke up the next day. Existence, while empty, is oddly empathetic by its very non-judgemental vacancy. I am better now, thank you.