I knew just what I needed. I had a serious attack of the munchies. I don't know why, but I just kind of had a primal urge. I needed SOMETHING to eat, and I
needed it NOW. I rifled through my fridge, but there was nothing good to eat in there. Wait, I knew where I could go. A quick trip down to the convenience store
would satisfy my cravings. A cream-filled donut might be nice, or maybe a roast beef sandwich. I felt kind of weird going out to my car so late at night. I had
dressed like a fireman, and the hastiness showed in my clothing choices. I had salvaged a wrinkled dirty T-shirt out of the laundry. My jeans I was wearing seemed
too tight, they must have been from my older pairs. I had thrown on a pair of leather sandals, wearing socks no less! For some reason, I had thrown on about
every necklace I had, and had put on big hoop earrings. I looked like some stupid grunge gypsy. I didn't really care then, though. I stepped out towards my car
and noticed the full moon illuminating the night. My stomach rumbled all the stronger, so I jumped into my car and pulled out. I drove over to the store, and
reached my hand over to open my car door. Suddenly, a shooting pain made my hand shake, the same hand I had touched those thorns
with. My joints started to ache, and the hunger reached a crescendo. In addition to this, I felt something like a cramp in my lower gut. What was happening?