comment: >
  
  It's coarse, gets everywhere.
context: I’m right on track to shooting myself behind my woodshed after eating my last can of dog food. >
  
  Back in my day we’d be happy eating leaves and dirt. No shed. Just a random pile of irregular pieces of wood. Dog food was for thanksgiving and Christmas. >
  
  Back in my day, we were so poor...
  When there was no meat, we ate fowl.
  When there was no fowl, we at crawdad.
  When there was crawdad to be found, we ate sand. >
  
  You ate what? >
  
  We ate sand.