Saturday, June 4, 2011

had tamales again today, and they were killer

never ever ever take tamales for granted.

i did, once.

then i went to michigan.

so, yeah, consider this is a public service announcement...

because i care, man...

you ever find yourself there...in the, um, great state of michigan...and you're hungry, whatever...and only mexican food will do...

evacuate...flee—by plane is best, or locomotive, car, if you must, bicycle, on foot if you have to, just get the fuck out as fast as you can...but do not—under any conditions—no matter what the bastards tell you—or how much you think you need your texmex—

do not ever ever ever ingest what they claim to be texmex there...

evereverever, alright?

...to those poor deprived bastards, what does it matter? they don't know any better—but to us, we of the faith and the heritage—we, who have eaten of mama ninfa's cheese enchiladas and golden rice and lard-laden refried beans—it is a twisted and immoral joke...

it is more than an affront, it is an assault...it is a murderous rampage on our expectations—fuck that, on our birthright...as texans, dig???—

and the memory of it can linger, for years, in our psyche's...and even stain the sacred store of our tex-mex Collective Memory—

and when that's gone, what the hell is left???

seriously—i ask you—what can be left???

(so, yeah, don't try it)...

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