Stopped at a bbq place I’ve been meaning to try, figured I could cure my cold with a nice large dose of brisket and hot sauce. Stopped at whole foods on the way home to spend my life savings on acidophilus shots, gluten free bread and ylang ylang incense sticks. Get home with a heavy bag in tow and realized that my wine drunk ass left my keys inside last night as I was departing. Tried my neighbors, nobody home. Tried various windows in the front, figured someone was gonna call the 5-0 on me, started getting weird looks. Mother fucking Lakeview yuppies walking their expensive, neutered dogs and shit, giving me inaudible lip. Went around back, luckily made my way inside. I’m maybe inside (teeming with delight at my genius tactics) ten minutes, and a neighbor gets home. C’EST LA VIE. Currently enjoying my spoils; return of Alyx’s food blog: Beef brisket sandwich (buttered and toasted bun complete with a hot sauce worthy of a southerner’s tongue), house fries and creamed corn. And a mexican coke. My hangover, sickness and general distaste for humanity is swiftly melting away.
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- october-eightyeight said: awesome story. where did you get the food?
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- abloodymess said: this is the best photo that has been on my dash all day. want to eat everything in this photo (and drink the mexican(?) coke)
- ataxiwardance said: zoh. em. gee. please share that sandwich with me right now.
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