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our last day in saigon and we feasted as no other. we found a grocery store that stocked western junk food, the first time we have had access to such a drug in over a year, and sat in our room watching dvd's.

jack and i sprawled out on the bed and ordered a pizza. the pizza came and the cheese slid off and we scooped it up ravenously with our fingers. we ate the pizza with chillies and didn't leave a strand of crusted cheese on the cardboard bottom.

we ate cheesie puffs. they came in a huge bag and were moist with grease and overflowing with artificial cheese dust. the dust clung to our fingers and lips as we munched savagely.

we ate doritos. we opened the bag and the inside of the bag was silver and the chips glistened and beckoned. we ate them and didn't mind the cheese dust falling on the bed, our shirt or our face.

then we had a wonderful idea: order some kfc. we were already stuffed but it is a rare occasion for us to have access to western food. we ordered kfc chicken and mashed potatoes. the chicken was meat that somehow was made spongy. the tender flesh was super-saturated with grease and coated in a thin layer of salt, some bread and more salt. we ate and grease dripped off of our chins. we ate like cavemen.

after our hedonistic grease fest, we laid back and rested. we watched the rest of the movie uncomfortably; we were much too full. i went to sleep but couldn't rest. my stomach was turning and bubbling. my stomach wasn't used to the grease. i woke up in the morning with serious digestive issues and heart-burn to boot. i burped all day and suffered the aftershock of such terrible lack of any self restraint.