Eating Meat Free (Dinner)

"Four-thirty you can eat meat free! Ha Ha Ha Ha !" So the jolly mental patient said repetitiously outside of the Sexual Psychopath ward window at Western State Hospital while I was there from 1980 to '82. We all assumed he was so flabbergasted by the concept of free meat to eat that he went insane. Well, so far I'm managing to cling to my own sanity as I am served dinner every day around four o'clock in a brown lunch bag. Today was very typical: One slice of processed cheese, one slice of processed turkey lunch meat, about 10 ounces of grated carrots (in a styrofoam cup), two slices of bread (mashed, but not intentionally today), a rime apple, the obligatory eight ounces of fat free milk, a plastic spoon and three packs of mayo, (one for the sandwich and two for the carrot salad). I had saved one of my boiled eggs from breakfast this morning, as I often do, and chopped it up in a saved styrofoam cereal bowl using the edge of the spoon. Then, I mixed in two packets of mayo to make egg salad, which I added to the sandwich to make it a little more interesting (not to mention satisfying). Now you know.