I am a lapsed vegan. Loooooooooooooong lapsed. But sometimes I miss aspects of the vegan life.
For example, one of my favorite memories of the time when I gave up eating meat and dairy wasn't so much the excellent, clean, and light feeling that I felt, but, rather, the meat-eating guilt dreams.
Give up any vice, and a sure as you can say "paging Dr. Freud" said vice becomes fodder for your unconscious anxiety machine.
One night, I had this dream that I was going to Burger King. In the dream, I knew I was no longer permitted to eat meat. But I was drawn in by the special offer.
When you ordered a Big One hamburger (at the time, a burger that did NOT exist), you would get a soda in a glass the same shape, and size as your leg.
So in the dream, I go up to the counter and order a Big One. And then the cashier reaches under the counter, and pulls out this incredibly accurate rendering of my right leg in glass form. It had the foot and everything.
Gawking and amazed, I blurted: "How'd you do it?"
Suddenly, a guy in a seersucker suit and with porkpie hat pops out of a broom closet, doffs his hat and says in that nasally 1920s voice (did people REALLY talk like that???) "Lassssseeers".
For example, one of my favorite memories of the time when I gave up eating meat and dairy wasn't so much the excellent, clean, and light feeling that I felt, but, rather, the meat-eating guilt dreams.
Give up any vice, and a sure as you can say "paging Dr. Freud" said vice becomes fodder for your unconscious anxiety machine.
One night, I had this dream that I was going to Burger King. In the dream, I knew I was no longer permitted to eat meat. But I was drawn in by the special offer.
When you ordered a Big One hamburger (at the time, a burger that did NOT exist), you would get a soda in a glass the same shape, and size as your leg.
So in the dream, I go up to the counter and order a Big One. And then the cashier reaches under the counter, and pulls out this incredibly accurate rendering of my right leg in glass form. It had the foot and everything.
Gawking and amazed, I blurted: "How'd you do it?"
Suddenly, a guy in a seersucker suit and with porkpie hat pops out of a broom closet, doffs his hat and says in that nasally 1920s voice (did people REALLY talk like that???) "Lassssseeers".
Btw, Peter Murphy is awesome! I've seen him several time live (once with Bauhaus, a couple of times solo, and twice with NIN). Holy crap, he's awesome!