DAY 66: BBQ

Spring Street BBQ on Spring and Caesar Chavez is fucking delicious. I’m not going to say it is the best BBQ I’ve ever had, but it’s the best I have had in LA (Fuck BBQ King with their day old stale tasting meat!) Go for the spicy. I had baby back ribs and tried some of the jalapeno and cheese stuffed chicken as well as the brisket. The brisket is awe-inspiring. In fact it inspired this poem;

First crush,

First touch,

First kiss,
First fuck,
None compares to the brisket in my basket.
Loves face; eyes that cry bbq over a smoky skin.
The blood of gods,
Men have died for you.
How many men would lie with you?
How many men have lied for you?
I crouch over you, protective.
My arms on either side,
My eyes watching glazed in a dream.
I love you.

DAY 65: Flavor

There was wine for the premiere. My dumbass spilled it all over my desk. So glad to be free I head out to the bar with coworkers. Why do I mix liquor with beer. Why does whiskey or tequila have to bring out the exquisite flavor of beer? I dunno, but it does.

DAY 64: Fanny Packs

I’ve said this before, but since it hasn’t left my brain it must be important. Fanny packs are useful. You can hold just the right amount; a camera, wallet, notebook, pen, bus pass, keys, etc. It’s like a utility belt. The problem is its name “fanny pack”. If people who wear backpacks are backpackers then it follows that people who wear fanny packs are…fannypackers. Which is cool. I know a lot of cool people who wear fanny packs. I just don't happen to.

DAY 63: Deuche Bag

Deuche Bag. This is not an insult. There is nothing wrong with being called a deuche bag. It is the most sanitary part of the deuche. Now if you call someone deuche expulsion or deuche drip back (DDB) I would be extremely offended. It also works if you add a negative adjective to deuche bag such as “dirty” or “used”. This too can be offensive, but deuche bag by itself…no. It’s like calling someone soap. You piece of soap!

DAY 62: Moving Moving Moving

I’m helping Iain move today. He now lives next to the devil (I saw him mowing his lawn) and several dudes that love playing craps on the sidewalk. Narrow halls and even narrower stairs I navigated these dangerous elements carrying a futon frame and several other furniture pieces. Tired and sweaty we decide to head on over to Bri’s to regroup before seeing a movie. We start a well contained forest fire and hunger strikes like a wolf in the night. House of pies. How do I feel about house of pies? Once, when I was in fifth grade I was extremely sick. My stomach was trying to expel itself from my body and as I ran towards the doorway it succeeded. But since I tried to hold it in it shot out my nose. My nose burned for several days. The burning was accompanied by the taste of vomit in the back of my throat. Now, I ask myself this question, “Which was a better experience; vomit in my nose or eating at House of Pies?” Vomit in my nose.

“Rescue Dawn” was good. For two hours I forgot about my stomach pains and the horrible taste in my mouth.