cheese, city and ex

Ok so he tried to kill me AGAIN!!!! First he threw me from a car in Georgia, now he went ahead and gave me cheese. To make mattes worst he wanted to walk around Time Square at a sprinters pace. I’m sure he was trying to kill me. Once we slowed down he wanted to go for ice cream and milk shakes. ‘A’ was trying to kill me…lol. Ok, let me back this up. We went to Friday’s for dinner, I ordered the Dragonfire chicken and please, they need to rename that shit. I wouldn’t even say that shit was Lizardsparks. That shit was small as hell. Jay being jay, I flagged the waitress over and in the softest voice I could mustard up, I calmly said, “I’m a big boy and this won’t do, where is the rest of the chicken? I didn’t know this only came in the smaller portions.” She looked at me, at the plate and back at me. “She stated that was the regular size,” she looked at me like I was the one with the problem. So I did what anyone else in my possession would do, I told her she could take that shit back and ordered something else. The problem with ordering something else was I didn’t realize what I ordered had cheese on it. For those of you that don’t know (‘A’ just found out that night), I can’t have dairy, it puts my body in a state similar to a bad asthma attack. While waiting for my food ‘A’ offered me some of his creamy cheese Alfredo, thank you but no thanks. Then my food came out and it is laced with melted cheese, SHIT. I ate it because I was hungry, but I paid for it in a big way. I couldn’t breathe for the rest of the night, my chest felt like Mike Tyson hit me square in my chest.

Not wanting to seem weak, being a little stubborn, I continued the evening. We walked around Time Square, each step felt like half a mile to me. My chest was killing me, I was short of breath. We walked a couple of blocks, but it felt like miles, but I kept lying to ‘A’ and myself and said I was fine. We walked and walked, got the car, drove, stopped and walked some more. Sweat dripped from my head, but I continued to walk. I don’t know if ‘A’ was being funny or not, but he kept asking if I wanted ice cream. The first time I think he forgot about the whole dairy thing, but the other times I think he was being half-funny. But I sure as hell want some ice cream. I want some in the worst way, I mean, if I had to choose right now between ice cream and head, I’m not sure which I would pick.

Despite the fact I couldn’t turn my head (due to my surgery I had on my neck) and couldn’t breathe, I had a good time, until….