Chicken wings. I never really liked them. Maybe ate them every now and then. But when I moved abroad after about a year I had this desire to eat chicken wings. People were like what the hell are chicken wings. At first it was just something I kinda missed. Then it started to become a real desire. After about 6 months I couldn’t stop thinking about chicken wings. I told everyone I knew. People said try to make them at home with ketchup lol. It got bad. Like real bad. This was all pre internet. Someone finally told me a place I could get these wings about 45 minutes away. I made plans to go there that Friday night and it was just me. It was dark out and I missed a turn on the way out there and hit a median on a dirt road. I was sitting in my car in the dark, and I said to myself I gotta keep going. I need to get these wings. I almost died that night for these friggin chicken wings. This place came my “go to” at least once a month to get wings. I’d order like 2-3 orders at a time. The waitress would roll her eyes when I walked in on Friday’s. When I moved home I never wanted them again I haven’t had wings in maybe 2 years now.

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