Sunday, May 20, 2012

Bottom Beating and Taco Feeding


Well, we had them dancing last night. The kids were going ape, drunkards more than likely. Two different women slapped me on the ass while I was playing. My posterior is exposed as the ladies make their way to the restroom; it’s an odd stage configuration that leaves me venerable to the abusers. At my age you take what you can get.
            After the gig on my way home I like to stop at a makeshift taco joint. It’s in the parking lot of a local tire center and auto repair shop. It’s common in Los Angeles to set up shop on a good corner, or in front of your house and sell tacos. This place sells tacos al pastor in a manner I haven’t had since my days traveling on bus through Mexico. They have an excellent choice of salsas and the fellows manning the grill have an energy about them that reminds me of Mexico. I think they’re from Mexico, it’s hard to tell.      

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