Stop Clocking my LeftOvers.

So Matt & I are injecting a fair amount of R&R into out evening with a friend of ours & I was informed of a online debate turned debacle over whether or not it is classy/appropriate/yes, I am still holding on to it to take your left overs from a restaurant with you when you leave said eatery. What the fuck is happening here? A. Are we really so consumed with how others will view us as being successful in this life if we take left overs with us? B. Maybe your fucking hungry and thoroughly enjoyed your nosh and will to continue the affair at home. C, You are broke as balls and "yes, Hugo, I would love for you to bag this morsel up." D. You are so enthralled with how important you are, because everyone MUST be taking a gander at you to see if you are a trashy piece of shit that wants to eat the food they paid for in the first place. Are these really issues we need to take this in depth a look at? There was a blog, comment, discussion war going on about this very topic. Fuck Rwandan genital mutilation, fuck starving people in Somalia, are people judging me because I am taking food I enjoyed home with me? This desperately feels like the white trash you see waiting for the bus with a knock off Louis Vuitton bag. Why feature a knock off if you know the rest of the package is lacking and completely fictional? Perhaps in lieu of your recent move to Manhattan and daily appearance at Maxfish for the past 6 months you've all of a sudden formed what I like to call the "valley within the city syndrome." This occurs when throngs of young hopefuls, looking to wear all black, be consumed by technology and chance happenings and develop valley esque accents in record speed, all flock to the city, manage a few one night stands without crying and somehow think they have mastered "city life." These may be the very douche nozzles responsible for this behavior. Wake up loves, that 's not a toppled over cappuccino staining your sheets, feel me? Keep your eyes on that photographer's junk you want to bang to advance you at work and off my plate of vittles and the their fate at our shared trough. Gracias-XO