Picture yourself in a state of need. A state where all you can do is desperately survive in the face of all adversity. A state where finding joy seems to be an insurmountable task. A time when even your greatest friends cast you aside as if you’re nothing but a worthless creature, a pest, a cockroach and no one cares for you. As I’m sure many of you understand by now, this was me ten years ago. In this dire state of need, I was desperate for something, anything, to become whole again. To cure me from my agonizing pain of being alienated from my entire community. That’s when I fell upon my saving grace: Food Fight. The tantalizing joy that this film has brought me caused me to turn to new horizons. I realized that everything has an end, everything fades away, but there will always be one constant. I’ve modeled my entire life after the values taught in this work of art, and now understand that I should no longer rely upon the acceptance of the human race but that all I need to do is look within myself and realize that I am FoodFight.