WHAT IS A "McGangBang"?

What is a "McGangBang"?

A small journey into the pop culture of today that I have largely ignored until now. Apparently teenagers with big hungers and low funds try this idea. You go to McDonalds and get a Double Burger  and a Junior Chicken off the value menu. The total bill comes to $2.92, (in Canada).

You open the Double Burger and insert the Junior Chicken inside thereby creating a larger sandwich, the "McGangBang", to satisfy that afternoon craving for something greasy and disgusting. So interesting I had to tell someone about it!

BONNY SNEAKER

BONNY SNEAKER
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I woke up in the closet, it

was dark, too drunk to

remember much, burning taste of

Scotch and cigarettes

still lingering in my throat,

trying to move but a throbbing

headache kept me pinned to the 

blanket I had lain out on the floor.

Softly, a knocking at the door

and a quick question.

"Are you in there?"

I coughed in response and

heard the handle slowly turning

and a beam of light shone in when

the door opened a crack.

I cowered in the corner, not sure

why but pretty sure I had every

right and reason to be cowering.

"What are you doing in there?"

she asked.

"Just taking a nap,"

I replied, what the fuck did it look like?

"You know I had to take a cab home."

She said.

I knew it but I didn't really care,

we had both driven in separate cars

anyway so I didn't see how it

made a difference.

"How come you left?"

She asked.

I considered telling her the truth,

something like, well because she

was acting like a stuck-up bitch

but my head was too sore to get

into a fight.

"I wasn't feeling well, so I just

went home."

was all I could muster.

"You could have told me, I was worried."

I'm sure she was real fucking worried,

I wondered how long it took her before

she even realized I was gone.

"I just didn't want to ruin your night,"

I said,

"You couldn't have driven me home anyway."

She was fully inside the room by now.

"Just forget it."

I said.

"I'm just tired, I need some sleep."

"I had to leave early because of you, I missed

the best part of the night."

She whined.

That was enough.

"Stop being such a spoiled

rotten little bitch,"

I yelled.

The running shoe hit me right in

the middle of the forehead and sobered

me up in a second.

I looked directly into her eyes and I

saw evil.

She stomped off leaving the shoe on the

floor beside me.

There was a small knife on

the floor and then I noticed I had cut

my chest again.

More scars.

MCC

AUTUMN

AUTUMN
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November did not creep in

until the last day of that month

and when it did, it seemed like

it had much more than revenge

on its' mind.

Cold breaths quickly dissolve

at bus stops while talking is

enough to freeze the saliva in your

mouth and allow your teeth to be

knocked out by a mere gust of

wind.

Garbage and coloured leaves

stick to the ground where they

blew, weighted down by the

cold they move no more.

Walking past Country Style

the door opens and immediately

the aroma of roasted coffee beans,

deep-fried sugar, danish

and black forest cupcakes

comes wafting through the air in

a forced breeze soon quaffed by

the slightest gusts of wind.

Peering inside the window a

mist forms on the glass by my

breath, disappearing only to

reappear with each breath I take.

I look at the tables

and see women with children

fifteen extra minutes spent

each time they have to undress

them to really feel the warmth

and then start all over again

when its time to leave.

An old man sits at another

table, watching the children,

no steam is coming from his

mug which means he finished it

or it has been sitting there too long.

Either way he's probably just

waiting long enough before they ask

him to buy something else or leave.

The huge toaster is spewing out

toasted bread waiting to be weighted

down with too much butter and

cream cheese, extra cholesterol

for the pre-heart attack victim

silently oozing off the sides and

saturating a napkin.

I long for the warmth and 

the touch of so many people

and I can even spot a chair

where I could sit, on the edge

of all the different groups yet a 

part of the entire scene.

I dream about pushing my way

into that Garden of Eden but I pause

too long and then I realize

there are too many people.

MCC

MEDITATE

MEDITATE

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Patterns on the wall

move quickly as does the arm

of the Chinese car in the Sky

Hair Salon.

I lean back in the chair as the

new-age Chinese music is broadcast

into one ear suddenly enveloping

my entire head with its' chiming and

light pulls at the strings of a guitar.

I block out the words as I don't

understand them but they are as

important to me as the accompanying music.

I am in a trance yet I can't

force my brain to stop moving.

Zapping from one place to another

in a wild firestorm of thought,

good versus evil and the final

countdown in a race that has no

ending.

I feel myself sink deeper into the chair

and the music actually slows down

to almost a drawl as I feel my

eyelids become heavy, not sure whether I

am being put to sleep by the

chanting or whether the incessant snipping

from the scissors or buzzing from the

shears is the actual culprit to

my ennui.

I am asleep, there is a clock

ticking in the background but I

can't focus enough to discover where

it belongs. My eyelids are heavy and

I fear I can't open them.

I try but they press down relentlessly

and I fear there is a straight razor

closing in on my neck and

my end must be near

Finally I get them opened and 

the cat is still waving at me,

Chinese symbols emblazon the front

but I am too shy to ask what

they mean but I'm sure the cat is

only transmitting warm messages.

I can open my eyes wide now

and I can discern the white noise

coming from the cd player as the

music comes to an end.

Lights are bright and there's more

hair on the floor than there was

before.

I long to go back into the same 

trance and feel the noisy silence

once more slip into the innermost

corners of my mind.

I also wonder if they turn off

the cat at night or if it is left

running twenty four hours a day?

MCC