Disco Rice

~Please make a note of who to sign the book to or if you want just a signature~

People don’t understand why I do what I do. I’ve always been misunderstood. I have accepted this but maybe I’ve gone too far.

I just can’t help myself. I like the soft texture, the squishing of them in my mouth. The way they pop between my teeth. And I can’t get enough.

It all started when I worked at the landfill. But that was taken away from me. So I brought my habit home. My family doesn’t understand but I think they’re coming around to seeing things my way. If only people tried it they too would grow to appreciate the feeling of squirming in their mouths. The complex flavor profile. The thrill of engaging in something so exclusive, so . . . taboo.

It’s an experience. A way of life.

Nothing hits quite like Disco Rice!