- “Pork rinds are a snack food made from chunks (called ‘pellets’) of cured pork skin (sometimes including portions of meat as well), deep-fried and puffed into light, irregular curls, and often seasoned with chilli pepper or barbecue flavoring. A similar food is cracklings, made from thicker, and therefore harder and crunchier, pieces of fried pigskin.”

that was just for you rome. i personally try not to eat anything that was once a “pellet” of anything. and i am more interested in the pig innards as far as dining. “wrap it all in bacon!” but to paraphrase jules from pulp fiction, “a pig is a filthy animal. they eat, sleep, and root in shit.” and the skin is on the outside of that…

this all stems from a conversation we (me, rome, LP, and patricia) were having last night at T street about the menu for an upcoming dinner party. the guy at the next table over heard us and gave his two cents. “you know why people eat that stuff don’t you? it’s because it tastes good.” you can’t argue with that kind of logic.

- lever 2000 sounds like a lesser degree of audi 5000. you remember when people used to say “i’m audi 5000,” when they were leaving?

- i keep having to give myself that internal “heal” command while sitting there watching others enjoy playing volleyball. its an ambiguous command as i would love for my body to just feel better as well as the dog/master setting where i have to tell myself no. when i told my dad last night that i was thinking of playing tonight his retort was less than cordial. “just staying on your ass for awhile, dickhead. nothing worse than an aging athlete.” i never knew my dad considered me an athlete.

- “You’re the only one who can hold your head up high,
Shake your fist at the gates saying,
“I have come home now!”

Fetch me the spirit, the son and the father,
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.

“It’s time now!
My time now!
Give me my
Give me my wings!”…

i love that verse. if you are a guy that STILL hasn’t picked up the 10,000 days album by tool, you need to check between your legs. make sure its still there. your twig and berries, your wedding tackle, your two turntables and microphone, your bits and pieces, your….

hey, keep in touch with yourselves.

piece out.