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Delectable
The first time I tasted Ambrosia I didn't think much of it, but then to be fair it had just been scooped out of a tub of Deus Ex Sandwichfilla onto some plain white bread and cut into triangles. The quivering clear jelly smelled divine though and I knew I would taste it again. Little did I realise that this would be the beginning of an addiction.
Pretty soon I was smearing the amber nectar over everything; cereal, snacks, sandwiches, dinners, even attempting to make an Ambrosia curry that went spectacularly wrong. Even that disaster did not disuade me from eating up every last drop. I was hooked and constantly hankering for my next fix.
Money ran out, my possession were all sold off at rock-bottom prices, all for another sweet, sweet taste of that food of the Gods and finally, when I was down to living out of a suitcase and a cardboard box I struck on the perfect plan, the one way to have an everlasting supply. Driven mad by my cravings I decided that I simply had to go and kill myself in Greece.
Oct.11.2005