When faced with survival or preserving our moral compass, consume.
The obese coyote in the pink hat tapped his foot to some song I’ve never heard playing on the radio on the boom box at LaFlame’s pizza joint this five o’clock in the morning. It sounded like electronic Taylor Swift, and his enjoyment of it infuriated me. Tap tap tap. His bare foot kept hitting the floor. For such a large creature, you’d…
