Ed had an idea. It was a little weird, and probably not the best idea for a very well-regarded artist who was at the whim of shareholders and a board, but. If he was going out, he might as well go out with a bang.
He straightened up the stack of flyers, grabbed one of his staple guns out of his workshop drawer, and set out down the street. He started in the immediate radius of the Walmart, tacking flyers up to light posts and bulletin boards.
COME WATCH ME EAT AN ENTIRE ROTISSERIE CHICKEN
3rd NOVEMBER WILL BE THE 40TH CONSECUTIVE
DAY THAT I HAVE EATEN AN ENTIRE ROTISSERIE CHICKEN
12 0’CLOCK NOON
THE CHICKEN WILL BE CONSUMED ON THAT ABANDONED PIER BY WALMART
THIS IS NOT A PARTY
In a fit of boredom (and depression, let's be real) Ed finds himself on an abandoned pier by Walmart, eating a rotisserie chicken every single day. But it turns out after awhile that eating a rotisserie chicken every day can somehow feel like purpose.
Cue this kind of adorable blonde guy challenging to eat an entire Thanksgiving turkey.
This story started out really dumb and self-indulgent, but turned into 10k of extremely heartfelt fluff, positive body image related to weight gain, and a little bit of belly stuff if you're into that sort of thing.
Read it on ao3.