Rum, beer, chili, and friends
Had a chili cook-off by me to celebrate my cousin’s birthday. It was fun. It feels weird having fun.
Had a chili cook-off by me to celebrate my cousin’s birthday. It was fun. It feels weird having fun.
There’s a myth that gunfighter Kit Carson’s last words were: “Wish I had time for just one more bowl of chili.” They weren’t, but I can appreciate the sentiment.
The reason why McDonalds is so successful and most Chinese restaurants aren’t is because of the simplicity of the menu of one and the complexity of the other.
When my brother comes to NYC, he has pizza. It’s like when I go elsewhere and have chili. We’re very alike but very different.
My past came to visit me and I went to visit my past, recently. All with pizza.
The rest of my trip to LA, which seems absurd to write about in light of world events. But this blog is nuthin if not absurd.
The last Scenic Fights shoot we had went well, but the morning was a bit of a disaster. Still, there was chili action.
This entry is of a kind I’ve not done in a while; I remember some of my past lives. Before everything hit the fan.
Since I’ve gotten my son back, I’ve been teaching him stuff non-stop, which may or may not be a good idea.
Have you ever heard of Lao Gan Ma Crispy Chili? If not, you heard about it here first. It’ll be the next big thing. Trust me on this.