He just lets the camera
look down at him for a few moments as he slumps against the dresser, a
sad, lost man in saggy underwear, getting old
fast, his head and his big belly hanging down, his best days far behind him.
Just because I ate some red rooster chips and a
sad looking piece of corn doesn't mean I was «voting» for crappy, mass marketed, factory farmed, tasteless
fast food.