Payton is a machine. A week or so into his experiment he came to my place when I was serving a shrimp boil with buttermilk cornbread, and he had none of it. He did crack into a bag of Malt-o-Meal Blueberry Muffin Tops cereal with soymilk, and a Mason jar full of Seagram's 7 with Guava Jumex...so it is possible to be all vegan-y and still eat like a food-tattooed mass of sexy awesome. Good on ya.
Also, I can't get over how funny it is that someone anonymously calling Payton "human trash" and a "blubbery miscreant" states that Payton is the one with no backbone. By virtue of this piece of writing, you know Payton's full name and place of employment; if you're going to be an utter cock/snatch then at least extend him the same courtesy. If we knew who you were, we could all go out over a few drinks and some delicious Jaffar sandwiches at Aladdin Cafe, and have a nice conversation about the feelings of swine. Hell, I - Nathan W. Gearhart - would pick up the tab, and Payton knows that I'm goddamn serious. But you're going to miss out. By being an anonymous, spineless, shrivel-bedicked little tosser, you're not only setting your little cause to spinning in circles with no forward momentum, you're also missing out on scrumptious also-once-alive eggplant-y goodness free of charge. Schmuck.
Re: “The vegan with the bacon tattoo: confessions of a temporary vegan”
Hey, where'd "meat eaters should die of cancer" commenter go? That's who mine was directed towards. Dammit.