Breakfast Of A Champion

"I LIKE TO EAT BREAKFAST ALONE, AND ALMOST NEVER BEFORE NOON; ANYBODY WITH A TERMINALLY JANGLED LIFESTYLE NEEDS AT LEAST ONE PSYCHIC ANCHOR EVERY 24 HOURS AND MINE IS BREAKFAST. IN HONG KONG, DALLAS, OR AT HOME -- AND REGARDLESS OF WHETHER OR NOT I HAVE BEEN TO BED -- BREAKFAST IS A PERSONAL RITUAL THAT CAN ONLY BE PROPERLY OBSERVED ALONE, AND IN A SPIRIT OF GENUINE EXCESS. THE FOOD FACTOR SHOULD ALWAYS BE MASSIVE: FOUR BLOODY MARY'S, TWO GRAPEFRUITS, A POT OF COFFEE, RANGOON CREPES, A HALF-POUND OF EITHER SAUSAGE, BACON OR CORNED BEEF HASH WITH DICED CHILIES, A SPANISH OMELETTE OR EGGS BENEDICT, SOMETHING LIKE A SLICE OF KEY LIME PIE, TWO MARGARITAS AND SIX LINES OF THE BEST COCAINE FOR DESSERT. . . RIGHT, AND THERE SHOULD ALSO BE TWO OR THREE NEWSPAPERS, ALL MAIL AND MESSAGES, A TELEPHONE, A NOTEBOOK FOR PLANNING THE NEXT 24 HOURS, AND AT LEAST ONE SOURCE OF GOOD MUSIC. . . ALL OF WHICH SHOULD BE DEALT WITH OUTSIDE, IN THE WARMTH OF A HOT SUN, AND PREFERABLY STONE NAKED."