You Want To Be Clean

I just ate the biggest fattest burrito in the world. Carnitas. Not good for the religious folks of the world, but good enough for me. Pigs. Pork bellies. What’s the difference? It all tastes like stew to me.

            To be truthful I don’t eat meat all that often. I can feel it clog up my insides when I do. I try not to be greedy with the meat. I can understand why some people choose not to eat meat at all. My friend Franklin died from colon cancer. He loved the short ribs tips. He’d go crazy for the short ribs. I can’t say for sure that’s what killed him, but he kind of looked blocked around the colon. He had a big round belly and walked with a slow gait. He looked plugged. You don’t want to be plugged. You want to be clean.  

Birthday Love

            I celebrated my birthday on January twenty-first and I’m just now recovering. I tried my hand at keeping up with twenty-one year olds. I lost. It’s not easy to admit, but yes, a pair of twenty-one year olds, women I might add, drank me under the table.

            It must be something in the DNA of the modern drinker that helps them sustain themselves. I felt like crap afterwards. I broke all my rules with regard to mixing as did the young women, but I suffered and they didn’t. I had a good time. It was a fun birthday. Beauty is the beast that can kill your liver.