The road ahead of me became clear as the bike turned into a snug white dress and the mud from my boots as a ranch hand had to be replaced with a new pair.Read More
When I was little I had very long hair and my hippy loving Mom dressed me as Buster Brown. This in itself wasn't traumatic, it was the fact that we were living in East LA. during the 70's among a very old school Mexican household.Read More
My Grandfather had a gold plated nose cover and gold chains that connected from his head piece to his wrist. So it was a cross between an Egyptian Pharaoh and a James Bond villain.Read More
Meat sweats, depression, writer's block, blind dates, Buddha belly, scurvy, visiting relatives, running into ex's, am I a Tinder-fella?, financial failure, pop music, spiritual oblivion, Jesus loves Jenner, Fox News, empty stomach and memes time.
Upon further review I am convinced that Tequila cures all of the above.