One of the worst mornings of my life was the first day I left my ex wife. I was staying at a friends house and I had to cook myself breakfast. My ex wife always cooked every meal. Not in a good way, in a manipulative controlling way.

Anyways I decided I would try to fry an egg and make a breakfast sandwich. Simple right? Nope. I smelted that fucker to the pan and some how managed to turn my over easy egg into some weird and overly chewy concoction. I than sandwiched this abomination between two slightly burnt pieces of bread and smothered with ketchup.

I never ate a more disgusting breakfast in my entire life. However, that terrible meal was exactly what I needed to promise myself I wouldn’t ever create something that putrid ever again.