Dear god I hope my imagined reality does not inlude white water horses in the beginning throes of foreplay.

Pretty cool car at a local show. Crazy low and sounded pretty badass. Didn’t get a chance to talk to theguy because as he was leaving some douche bag in a brand new Corvette did a burnout in the middle of the street, showering my friend and his kid with gravel. Total fuckhat. Oh well, he had a receeding hairline and looked like all he had in life was his gay new car.

Roadfood: 2 corndogs, beef jerkey, apple, Tiajuana Mama. The apple is just for show. Tiajuana Mama however will not be soon forgotten. The label boasted 300% hotter. Hotter than what? No refrence was given. It was a pickled sausage, and it was horrific. A texture that was far more paste like than meat should be and yes it was hot. Real hot.

Absolutely the best hot day, tramping through a dusty town in Mexico treat there is. Cucumbers with fresh squeezed Lime and chili. Fantastic.

I started building a new deck at the house. As I was digging one of the post holes, I found this Pirate. I’m not too sure what’s gonna happen now. I didn’t find any booty, but I wonder If I’m close. Are the rest of the Pirates gonna come looking for it or worse, me? I’m no fool, I don’t want to fuck with Pirates.