Dream a Little Dream

I do not know why exactly I am having these dreams or why I am telling you about them but I hope none of you ever have to. They are just this side of soul-crushing. Do I have any dime store psychologists in the audience? What do you think? Can you help me have more getting touched dreams and less my world just fell apart ones?

I Loathe Being a Picky Bastard

We add some salsa to our tacos and each took a bite of our tongue taco and HOLY FUCK ARE THEY BLAND! I believe to this day that Michoacan means cooking without any spice or seasonings. Even with salsa on these things they were bland. The veal Brain was not only bland but it left a kind of gross aftertaste. Mr. Zimmern had let me down.