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This absolutely blew me away.
If the appreciation of food was a religion this would be sacred text. I think this might be the best depiction of food and hospitality I've seen.
I've worked at flat tops and hot burners, sipped shift drinks out of deli containers. I've crushed the rush and been crushed by it. I have been called pendejo with love so many times and shared many a cigarette with kindred souls in parking lots under the…
I had a dream once that I was a bird.
I could glide through the sky with ease.
My songs carried sweetly in the warm summer air, my feathers gleamed in the sun.
I was free and more than that, I would never be anything but free.
When I awoke there were tears welling in my eyes because it could never be.
If only it was the other way around, and I was really a carefree bird only dreaming of the life of a troubled man...
Sometimes when you open the box the cat is dead. Sometimes you open it anyways. That is Mulholland Drive.
If I ever find myself facing the end of the world with a vehicle full of fuel, snacks, and people I care about and trust.
I'm not looking for anything more
"Be my victim"
When I was growing up there was always a rumor at every summer camp that it was the real camp crystal lake and inspired Friday the 13th but this was always said with a chuckle an in joke.
Candyman however was fucking real to us. Every kid believed it to some extent, would feel the hairs rise at the mention of the name.
There's something special to me about urban legends they reveal so much about us…
