Can you shoot fried chicken in your veins?

Have you ever had the delicious, succulent flavor of Popeye's chicken hit your tongue? Or the crispy skin crunch beneath your molars? I have. I did it last night at the mall actually.

The illuminated red 'Popeyes' sign hit my eyes like a rock. God, I needed it. The signs brightness over took me and I could smell the grease from what seemed like miles away.

I was pulled from the escalator to the food court like I was magnetized to it. It drew me in like a drug addict might need the drug. I am a chicken addict and it might kill me. Is chicken worse than drugs? I'm not sure. Drugs can ruin your life, even kill you but so can fried chicken, right? Clogged arteries.

 I don't want to die early.

"A number two I said, two legs" Why, WHY? I scream inside. Why must these crunchy pieces of chicken draw me in like this? Why must they tempt me so?

I got a water instead of a coke to make my meal healthier. I paid for my chicken. I waited. The girl took my money and I watched her approach the extensive pile of fried chicken. It looked sad. So many pieces of chicken just laying there. To think of all the chickens that died. I thought that in my mind but, knew I still wanted the chicken. Why would such a sick thing pass through my head but I still wanted to devour it? I guess I will never understand myself.

The chicken was plentiful in breasts and wings but where for art thou my fried chicken legs? I started getting antsy and quite anxious. My skin crawled and I needed the chicken. The lady got her shiny tongs out and continued searching for legs.

She found them. She picked them up with her magical tongs and shook like crazy to release the grease. The beautiful flow of yellow grease flew off in dribbles and splattered in what seemed to be beautiful greasy swirls. I could picture it in slow motion. How could fried chicken grease be so beautifully splattered I thought in my head. Finally she handed me the box. Finally.

I walked to my table. Ate my chicken while watching Usher on an overhead TV screen. I got what I needed. My fried chicken frenzy. A night of emotional chicken craziness. Chicken overtakes me sometimes.