Whenever I hear this song, I think of the McDonald’s Monopoly game. Last fall I took the annual event as a personal challenge, deciding to make every meal a McBreakfast, McLunch or McDinner–in the hope of winning cash and prizes, of course. Before rolling up to the drive-through window, I would play Lissie’s cover of this KiD CuDi song–it seemed the perfect anthem for what I was doing.
On day two of my month-long journey, my sister caught wind of what I was doing, and sent me a cautionary text, telling me that she would not endorse or applaud my behavior, and that I should not proceed. Rather than listening to her, I responded with the lyrics of my McAnthem:
“People tell me slow my role, I’m screamin’ out ‘FUCK THAT’”
Her next text sounded more like panic than everything else. Shortly after her response, I heard from my girlfriend. As a vegetarian, this was blasphemy in her book. She convinced me to watch supersize me later that week. But I was pursuing happiness, and McDonald’s loved to see me smile: I was sure the movie wouldn’t act as a deterrent.
I was wrong. That movie scared the shit out of me. I would not be fine, once I got it. I would not be good.