At the back of the hill

Warning: May contain traces of soy, wheat, lecithin and tree nuts. That you are here
strongly suggests that you are either omnivorous, or a glutton.
And that you might like cheese-doodles.
Please form a caseophilic line to the right. Thank you.

Sunday, March 04, 2018


Ey, vato, my apartment is half a block away. I have stuff in my kitchen. But if you want to impress the chunky Mission District cholitas, knock yourself out. You are selling bacon-wrapped turkey franks. I'll just go home and grill myself up some onion, jalapeno, tomatillo, pork fat, and an andouille.

Good luck with the slags.
Sorry. Slagitas.

I have condiments.

I could say something about inch-thick layers of foundation and face-powder, but hey, you're licking all that toxic waste, not me.

I can lend you a trowel.

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